Lyrics:
can make amends
And the skeptics can stop treating them like they playing pretend
We posed to please God by wearing dresses and suits
Have you ever
good album, guess what?
It still came out a little jaded and pissed off
But I did all the production and there's no guest spots
And it makes me smile so
different from the average Joe's
So I confront them with the biggest chain
but it doesn't rate albums, I believe it is the brain
So I'll remain free while you
wouldn't go nowhere, took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the sea shore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If
sucker sauce be
I didn't ask you to get on this album
Cause he knew I'd fuck him off
[Hook]
Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money
I s-said realize
cannot believe this, who knew it came in bails
Who knew what came with jail, who knew what came with prison
Just cause you got opinions, does that make you
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million mcs
I try to tell them
We're all in this
everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G
Remember me, as an outcast, outlaw
Another album out, that's what I'm about more
Gettin'
bout my album
Tryna make a system guarantee i won't be outdone
Tryna be a victim when you always tryna start sum
This kinda money doesnt die, it
Y'all really gone make me rap again
I'm off of flipping words I'm flipping acronyms
I need a challenge
This album proof I'm the Kid In Nimbus with
children in the future, waiting to breathe
People slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a library shelf
I'll
bro
See I got it by me, I don't need no accompany
They don't feel you because you're a me wannabe
I look back to when they used to make fun of me
I
Uh
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Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
to lose
I'm alone and what I promise is death to you
And it's true my only fear is I have none
My conscience makes me keep me to myself cause I blast one
Buss it down, break it up
All these blessings I receive from waking up
I stay away you n***** fake enough
The shit I seen I just can't make it up
Real musical talent is practising for hours a day until your fingers ache
Not being sonically hypnotised by the noises your computer makes
You claim you
two times, two times
And both times were nothing like the new times
Now it's rough times
I'm out here on front lines
Just trying to make sure that I
Outkasted and claiming true
Aiming two at your motherfucking spine
No, I make that three cause I don't wanna hear you whine
Swine, got my folks blind, like
only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail
by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells
I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes
'cause
telling lies
But I ain't shocked, it's no surprise
Loui said the angels are watching me
Means too much to me so fuck what you believe
Talking down on my
gonna cut you up
And prolly make you bleed
That’s how you learn
That’s how you succeed
Believe
Ya
(Uncle ray)
Ok doctor hand over
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of how crazy I make these words rhyme
Sold out shows, they cheering for me
I can't believe that everyone here is for me
Last stop Moscow, minus twenty
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