Lyrics:
you
To show you things you've never knew
Don't have to do it all by yourself
In just a little while you'll see
That things will turn around
I'll
When you wait a little while
When you wait a little while to welcome what you're after, ha, ha
Come on, just give it the time and it's gonna come
jazz pattern
Ruled by Pantaloon
Poor little rich girl
Don't drop a stitch too soon
We'll be as happy and contented as birds upon a tree
High above
jazz pattern
Ruled by Pantaloon
Poor little rich girl
Don't drop a stitch too soon
We'll be as happy and contented as birds upon a tree
High above
yes he did
When she tried to straighten up, she said she was gonna straighten up
She got a little job to help him out with the bills too,
But that
by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
Say what you want you can't get on my wave
They try to get that I'm already paid
Play if you want just don't get in my way
Where them big bills
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
In an Arizona town one day
Bill Venero heard them say
That a band of Apache Indians
Were on the trail that way
Heard them tell of murder done
Three
condoms, hey
While your friends and family not gone, hey
You still got a door to knock on, hey
You just gotta step back look at what you got
Do you really
'Cause he's just like T.I. born in the trap
And everybody little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
'Cause he's just like Gucci, born in the trap
"Drop dead!" "What??"
"And by the way, thanks a lot and uhh
Fuck you and that little nigga for cock blockin!"
"Now you know this just don't make no
bills
I just need a little something something in my bank account
Dollar dollar talking large amounts
Hit them with the let me take you out
Bottles on me
y'all
That's tipical talk when they dick hard
They just wanna little pussy mama that's all
It's like fourth down, two yards fuck it they goin for it
How
launcher
And send it to Mitch McConnell
Just as big of a bitch as Donald, shit's on, bruh (haha)
Let me sing this shit soprano while I do it pizzicato
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
the plain
Oh yes we'll keep on tryin'
Tread that fine line
Oh we'll keep on tryin yeah
Just passing our time
While we live according to race, colour or creed
I don't sip lean
I don't pop pills, but one day imma blow up and be famous for my skills (famous)
Livin' in the hills (hills)
Stackin' dolla bills
a little while, just a little while,
Things will get better.
Give it just a little while, just a little while,
The angels will do their thing.
Just
to turn they life around
While others got to bury family members underground
Some people save their money just to pay their bills
While other's waste their
to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
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