Lyrics:
they all know that I'm that boy, I'm bout to make a deposit
Im on
Take a trip out of my city
See the difference
Palm trees by the beach, henny sippin
gotta keep dreamin, gotta keep dreamin)
Im trynna set my family free
(Boy you better keep dreamin)
Verse:
I just flew back to Lc
I f*cked a bad b*ch
gotta keep dreamin, gotta keep dreamin)
Im trynna set my family free
(Boy you better keep dreamin)
verse:
I just flew back to LA
I f*cked a bad b*ch
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
nigga
Boy, you been a hoe
I remember, hoe
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He
and listen
Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam
A lot of people tried to discourage me man
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics
The Lower East Side began
Punk fashion as well
With ripped clothes and spiked hair
Worn by a poet named Richard Hell
Hell was in Television, The Neon Boys
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
join gangs every day
'Cause they wanna be accepted, but at home they too neglected
Meanwhile, white America quick to call him a thug
But all he ever
are inferior
Cause I by myself will take
Out the whole North America
We need to expand rap beyond this land
Set up competitions with England
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
new F150s
I just be chillin with my white boys
Wranglers Jeep parts danger
Piercings new F150s
I just be chillin with my white boys
Uh every where we go
shit) after I propose
I'm not just another politician politicing
It's your boy 50 - here we go
Yeah, I done smoked a couple pounds
But I ain't never
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
sharing my views from the window seat
I've tried to keep it light and not get in too deep
But if I don't say this, the album's incomplete
We do it for
shawty
Pour up another cuz I don't feel shit
I ain't no boy, I'm the man, I don't quit
Dinner wit you, Santa Monica beach
Wondering how you fit that in yo
of us, these crackers keep changing the narrative
Another mass shooting by a white boy that was raided in America
That ain't Al-Qaeda my n*gga
That ain't
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
Give it a fuc
Day at the beach, Day at the uh
Castle on sand, Baby no tongue
Count the power in the whip, I kick this shit to bite a lip
(Count
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Radio Batcave Studio
Doing it like we always do it about this time
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Now this is what they've been waiting for (yah, yessir)
Ya dig? (Ya dig?) Santana (Weezy F), ayy, haha
Ayy, Wayne (what up, man?)
What you been
chatting to Osama
Skepta the K I N G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it’s Boy Better Know
It’s not Murder IN-C
Yo, they’re some hating
F'real, uh
Oh boy, due to the graphic game-orienfestedness
Of this program, viewer discretion is advised
I promise you pimpin', I mean that
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