Lyrics:
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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!
who winning give me cash
That's the only reason I be cooking these raps
And I be cooking in da kitchen (And l be cooking)
And I be cooking in da
going to be good when it fucking was not
Didn't even stand to my other shit or even a hundred streams
But look at me now
Making this shit my top ten
going to be good when it fucking was not
Didn't even stand to my other shit or even a hundred streams
But look at me now
Making this shit my top ten
Now, let me get it like a semi automatic
Always hitting all the targets
My dearly departed
Stick em all in a portrait
Hang em all up by the neck
different moves
As long as I put my best foot forward I'm good with the outcome
Unless it's by myself I can never be outdone
No unsigned artist ever had this
by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby
leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy
Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs
Tried to hit me with no contact but we still know you a bitch
Swear to God this bitch is broke, she gets her drugs by flashing tits
They see me step out
my feelings pouring like the snow
Writing all these albums, dreaming one day I'll be doing shows
Sharing out my message, so if anybody wants to hear
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?
Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like four niggas
Four
to die, we multiply, by the hundred
Fuckin' by the thousand, leave me out ? so grounded
Beatin' up your soundman
Playa haters and players, we give um'
time, I'm rocking what ain't mine
On REJX we 3x, but solo I'm Zé Vibes
The solo is coming yeah
The B.O.L.O. is now or nev'
Poseidon the future yeah
Mosaic
Aiming at my competition Ima let em roast
Talking all the shit because you really do the most
Nothing but a hater I could tell by what you post
29 Hundred Dollars Going Once Going Twice carat Twenty One Center the pink diamond Who Wanted Coming Up bracelet 9 Carat Diamond Yellow Bright Two
to a threesome, yeah (yeah)
Fuck with my name could be fatal (oh-oh)
None of my niggas are stable (yeah)
They turn a crown to a halo (halo)
They roll through
[Master Ace]
Awww yeah! Uh uh huh
One two microphone check one two
Microphone check one two microphone check one two
Tell you what I'm gonna
lie right to my face (yeah)
I'd probably be under the jail, they knew how much crime I did today (damn)
Crybaby Veeze, use the hundreds, wipe it away
And you know who postin' your bail? Who promotin' your L?
Who be hopin' you fail? Nigga, Oprah and Gayle
Ignore the hate, show the world that we love
you sold me that CD it was fire
Actually brought me to tears
By the way when the next album coming out
When you dropping another album
YoReL man, when
strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred
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