Lyrics:
with the shit when we play The Foolympics
Samfooel L. Jackson motherfucker, "Who's The MF" was a fraction motherfucker
Feel like I got bit by Dracfoola,
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
Suited 9-5, make the money come alive how I toss it and it's dancing on a nice chick
Recycle the mula then throw again, sorry baby that's the way it be
Baby, N-O-L-I-M-I-T (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
We gon' make y'all say Woof
Until you motherfuckers demand
That nigga named Snoop
I can
and pretend
lets just make love and pretend Boombaye I'ma win this year I'm a millionaire
Lets make it clear ,no more L's this year
Shine like chandelier
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
niggason they way
To a dead end, you won't catch me spreading no white thighs
I only see Afro bitches up in my eyes
I don't eat no beef and surely not no
tryna smoke weed, grab a Quesarito
Got azul by a Spanish chick. Muy bonito
Or bonita that's ma vida
Keep the rapping tight both ways dexterous
Where my
through
I have a reason to feel the way I do, I'm Caesar, you planning a coup
Trying to be consistent
Cooking my lab is a kitchen
And all we take is shots,
a passion
got to make it happen, the block steaming
and 12 k the cops scheming
secruity be on my back for wrong reasons
i'm living what i'm saying
with a decision to make, now words shake your destiny
But a missile will take it all the way just as quick as you can say
I wish I never did what I
are stunning
Rolling L's in the bathroom
Manager came in swinging
A broom, grab the phone 9-1-1 I assume
Here come the goons
Not ideal, Hanna-Barbera
Improvements, righting all my wrongs, Writing bout my mental health
Improvements, We just get along me and all my L’s
Improvements, They make me more strong, I
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
10Dee don't play
And I wanna make M's by the way that I spray
Tell a man N O if they wanna play games
How you gonna live if you don't make P's
Get out
God, there's one love
And I believe if I fly, we all doves
I make a way for my people to see the light
Brighter than yellow bones
Me and my microphone
Flashbacks and havin' visions way back in G'Burg
Every single one of my homies and me work
'Cuttin' had to get up out it, make a hit, forget about it
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 a CD 'cause not everythin' you'll put on sells
Got all my ideas in cells as cells form 'em word by word
I wanna speak 'bout what I believe in but most
parti en vacance
J'avais l'mental d'un vagabon
Tu penses etre mal mais tes comme à la maison
Way to much lean in my sprite
Sippin on sirup and i'm
many jealous haters, you know I make them sick
Knock them out like the fuckin' pandemic
Chew 'em up, eat 'em up just like Pringles
I make triple albums
Even have it in me
They said I couldn't hang or sheer
But Perfection's guaranteed to drop
A gang of shit
So make way for the F to the L-A-P
Flow into
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