Lyrics:
Bentley made by Bentley Motors
Bentley Mulsanne I leased it, it's not rented
Red dot for your head, green dot for my niggas in the penitentiary
Looking real
of this, so many other things you can't believe
Did you know a singer can still be
Lookin' like a side piece at thirty-three?
God's a charlatan, don't
the pain
He was walking by the other day and I said
Hey baby how you been?
Yeah I got me a little girl now and she's 4 years old
And she's got her daddy's
to twenty-eight years in prison
He has thirty days, Kelly, to appeal that sentence, back to you
approaching
The R rates increasing a graph that is sloping
Then came tiers crocodile tricks by alligator peers
All Caps died but we cried at the end of the year
like this, and you don't stop
A twink-twinkle, a rock the house
And my man Diamond Shell, a rock the house
Can't forget my man Sal, rock the house
Have you seen dignity?
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years
For
This old town is filled with sin
It'll swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
But
in the booth and I'm working on weekends
Late night hard works people don't see them
In two years I'll be sitting on three M's
You'll be still paying
gettin' paid
Catch me on tour, thirty thousand a day
Sauvage by Dior, this a hundred a spray
Sauvage by Dior, it help me get laid
Sauvage by Dior got me
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
after two years
Thirty Thousand dollars two abortions and some real tears
Marge is workin' Donny when the wifey comes home
Lilly screaming like a psycho
turning wheels around
I said thirty nine times that I love you
To the beauty I had found
Well its one, two, three, four
Take the elevator
turning wheels around
I said thirty nine times that I love you
To the beauty I had found
Well its one, two, three, four
Take the elevator
you had to go and just stab my heart like, ouch
Six thirty in the morning, I've arrived early from tour
Step into the house, I'm walking up
of the money-making committee
Heard them hating, they said that I'm dumb
But I ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
After my show, I got three hoes and I signed
can't tell what it is
But I take a look
And now I'm sorry I did
5:30 on a Friday night
Thirty three good people cut down
I don't believe anymore
I
packs were outta town, I don't remember her name
By the time my eighteenth birthday I was up a 100K
Rubber band up at my mama house
Wasn't at no
nigga)
Yo, look back, three years ago, when ain't nobody know me (nobody)
Now I treat this rap shit just like somebody owe me (Butcher comin', nigga)
(love, love in the sky)
Ten years from now it's but that (as I kiss your bitch goodnight)
Was thirty fucking years ago, motherfuckers
Get used to it,
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
and move to the hills
Thirty days a month - thirty Automobiles
The Lexus or Benz that come out in the year two thousand
I got one of them bitches parked
B. L. E., age be thirty-three, uhh
I "Get Down" boy, like Craig Mack
Stampede like a elephant, I'm heaven sent
The E-are-I-see-K, S-E-are-M-O-N
you ten times more
Of the person you are before you got it
And all my jewels VIP drunk where it's crowded
And I can't call the bitch by her name
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