Lyrics:
and maybe she
Feels a little sorry for me
So she offers me this: "I think
The video is about what girls
Do" She is poking at a
Salad that hasn't been tossed
How you love this playboy? This
One here bezzled out
With the Hot Boys and the
Tear da Club up Thugs
(Nigga like thiiiiiis) Ridin on twenties
Memphis
The hot dogs and onions
Anaemic chips and vinegar
Knot up my lungs
I'm doing it all for her I tell myself
I'm doing this for her
I'm doing this for her
I
traces of life
Should I be afraid of what I am made
These circuits degrading on the inside
Something is changing
Future and past are fading in this moment
beam
Hopping up out the water
I go live life
Mix master write
Fuck what your label got to offer
Monkey see monkey do ass niggas
Success measured by your
live wires
Red hot to the touch
I short circuit when contact is made
Yeah, you stun me all that much
Generating more than I'll ever need
But I'm ready
Coach comes, mad as hell, Randy Pink
Let’s speak
Ditch your loser friends right now and
Sign your freakin pledge sheet
Sorry coach I got a speech for
You
Putting it in my lungs
So when I say go fuck yourself
You know I mean it with love
Don't tell me keep it 100
When you keep giving 50
This circuit I'll run
this type of money you be everywhere
So I need it all yea yea yea
If you hot then they copy your moves, What you doing we did last year
That’s the reason
cannot get lay off
Mount a work mi have
Can't even get a day off
Who did waan fi stop mi now dem find out seh dem way off
Alright, and mi seh one by
it's whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show
And then let all of my niggas in the back door
And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire
surrounded us and trapped our lives
Leave the win for the strong - in the end truth will let the love survive
With the dawn I wake up in the gutter
In despair
about your issues or your heart, I am focused on me please do not take it to heat
Get out my face, your one big fucking discrase, you just live for
Who dat, who dat?
Who dat, who dat?
Who dat, who dat?
Hey, who dat, who dat? That nigga you been waitin' for
I mean the shit was all bad just
a different life but this shit drive me crazy
I been thinking about forever but still tryna live for now
My momma told me not to bring no guns up in the house
reach one time I'm smokin fire in the sunshine
Tryin to be tuff in yo raps why you yelling the weak cause the most riots
For this bread I got the toast
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
'm thankful for things that I got
Think that I'm someone I'm not
Yes I'm rapper
I'm not a capper
Wearing this hoodie but I could go dapper
Praising my God in
on my tongue I'm dropping hits and leave it too hot
Living by the code and doin everything you do not
Ballin for so long got haters asking what the score
me, the whole pop world, you know
This is a phat beat, by the way
And I'm talkin' P-H phat
Thank you to, uh, DJ Lethal for this phat beat
Did you
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!
on me for hours till your knees hurt
Kill anybody for you, this AR got a heater
And I'ma keep it hot by any means
Doing what I do what I please
You can be
this bitch
Randy just threw me the key to
The whip
She know I'm hot so
I need her to strip
I handle that shit baby hot sauce
I'm like 1000 degrees in
through balls nor penalties
'Tryna live long, leave a legacy
Monday morning I picked up a call
Life is a headache not being a headcase
In a game sense it's
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