Lyrics:
the traction
Thirty five a p I'm taxing, fire bullets sing like the Jackson's
Put her in a lock she on my dick like she steady latching
Fein came to me want
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
Going three thousand like Stark I'm a OutKast at heart
I feel just like Rosa Parks
I know that this go too hard
I make y'all shit look easy
Like
'Cause the more I pour in the music, the more that we disconnect
Saying, "Why I need your money when my heart you can't protect
All I want from you is you,
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by
funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man
here with me
And this'll be the last sad song I have to sing
[Tech - Verse 1]
Hey
Y'all know my mothers sickness
Y'all know I'm breakin down
Y'all know
laughing, my plaques' from album sales
Y'all is ringtone platinum, but ninety-nine cents adds up
I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em
The new young Prince
support
But yeah you had took flight
Some things ain't what it seems
Thats why you walking by faith and not by sight
Aye look now Im up on you stuck
You
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after I played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what I say y'all?
O.k. y'all. ask aj y'all
I'll turn
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!
like Jackie Chan and lay low, like {?} Jack-son
Maxing and relaxing, haters, do they really want to test me man
I got an arsenal waiting, do they
when I think of you, my thoughts is clean
I cross my heart, I vowed to live by everything that you taught me
Lifestyle, trust nobody, get this money,
the language arts
Y'all stand against the wall blindfolded me throw the darts
To poke you in the heart
And take you from the start
To one luxury
seein? me is like
Seein? through the lens of Helmut Newton's camera, light flashin?
And I'm laughin', my plaque's from album sales
Y'all is ring-tone
of liquor
Sleeping on the floor, wish the couch was a lil' bigger
Looking at the whole wide world with my middle finger (Fuck all y'all)
With my middle
a blonde bitch
I got my own fragrance
Powered by 50, goddamn it, I think I made it
I tried to keep it basic
They wanna complicate shit
The feds on my phone
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
you say G.O.O.D. Music?
Can you say G.O.O.D. Music?
And we do's this.
Uhn. Get ready for the next dynasty nigga!
Finally Famous the album comin' soon
an asshole
But treat me like a sweet heart
What's good shit Skittles and popcorn
I'm a be the reason why your kids like to watch porn
Swear to fucking god I
reminds of J. Cole’s album 2014 Forest Hills Drive
He does this same shit too
I guess I, I guess I copied him
Now I see why he did it ‘cause it’s so, it’s
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