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repeat,
Queen, you deserve the title
But she rejects what I give,
While she nurse the wounds by them,
Tried them, didn't work,
Got impossible standards,

'm the wrong guy
I'm the best nigga she ever had can see it in her eyes
But I'll keep coming around just keep it on the low
I ain't tripping if you got a man

I got the world in my hands, the master plan
But I don't know why I keep calling (why I keep calling)
All of these girls at my shows they loving me

taking pictures (Yea!)
Big blunts and mad sparkles followed by liquor (That trone)
I'm drippin' on the scene so she throw it back (Drippin)
Standing

the family is phony
These niggas so slimy when that paper involved
I hope they know I got enough money to kill 'em all
I'm locked in with the YGs and I

the way that I be making plays
I perform in real life, I ain't got to play no games
Please don't say that I'm average, cause I got fans by the massive
We

moving out the ya no Yeezus
They wanna defeat us
I say we all hustle are own way by the way talk man check it, they all beneath us
(Uh)
Talking hard shit

eyes red, my money blue 
I get head like some shampoo
If I said it, then it's true
So high, this is the best view
Got bands without a bass
No hands, she

ain't got no fans
Heard he got a lil' .38 now he macho man (Hmm)
And once she leave with me that is not yo bitch
You know I be coming with the cheese that

All of these tracks so dank
Better spark that bitch, get it piffin’ so high
I ain’t got that many racks but I got rank
Ask your mans, I’m so fire 
I

And Rappers, such a waste of space and im  just running outta space man that shit is galactic
I came out the womb it was like I crash landed, my shit is so cold

your momma bet she got ass too
But I'll be damned if anybody got one bigger than you
Get on up and shake what you got
You got curves and I like that

The Road Goes on Forever

The Highwaymen

The Road Goes on Forever

1995

midnight
	Brand new pack of cigs       
	A fresh one hanging from her lips
	A beer between her legs
	She'd ride down to the river
	And meet with all her

talking bout a Hunnidt bands
Yeah you know we need some more
It so easy she just taking off her clothes, got them panties on da floor
I don't kick her out

Gold Watch

Lupe Fiasco

Lupe Fiasco's the Cool [Amended]

2009

and she
So plain got couple scars and one of those long names
She a fight a nigga and cusses with no shame
And her ex-man had her baggin' up cocaine but she

paper on the low we getin paper keep it going
Keep it going thats right I keep it going
That boy there off the leash and everybody fuckin know it 
Got

Ouuuh!
You should know me by now
Say 
Oh...
Na na na
Peter F to the Z you should know me by now

Say
I'ma Ganja man planta
Sugar man Fanta
She call

ain't never been one to burn bridges or burn a bag
Ironic, money turn a man into an island
And a friend into a financial advisor
Take a family

I got a dead eye
So I walk on the sky
Like a jedi
Im rollin three five
When I get high
She smellin the fire
When I sped by
Niggas switched on me
I got

've gotta say
I'd say hello and they'd be laughing at me
I'd ask 'em questions that nobody understood
But by the time we got outside my room
I was searching

a man by the color of his skin
They say judge him by the color of the party that he's in
If he's red he hates women and minorities
If he's blue he hates

yea I stay wit da drip
On the gram they be stalking my pics
Got a bougie bitch over the crib
In the back her friend gunning my man
And she ready to pull

'm pullin' up with the clique
Maison Margiela my kicks, I got the drip
Now she be all on my dick
Bust on her face, give a shit
Swallow my kids
I get her sick

head they got no choice
I'm a million dollar nigga thats what
I do slow down music by Watts and Screw
everyday watch out for the boys in blue
nigga I use