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Yeah and I got it real sticky
Ooh yeah now it's sticky
Yeah I'm kinda, I'm kinda tricky
Aye Mr. Prez, lemme get a verse (Rufus)
Yeah I never really
Back when Thomas had us over wiffleball up in the orchards
That was 2010 we had it and we always kept it bordered
We were never really working, we
bout why I ain't got mine on
I want some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on
Things ain't all good right now
Cause some more
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
Calmest nigga out the group if I gotta shoot I would
Or we might pull up to yo hood and make you take that L for good
Only time I'm taking Ls is when we
she fucking herself
And really don't need your help by a god damn self
Have you feeling like a real rookie
That's what I like to call stipper pussy
toppings for that cheese I'll get to moppin'
Just nick'll knock em
Closed for the service we hit the noggin
Know my shit be spazzin
Uni and coochi be on my
wheel
The kick real fuck a car crash dickhead
I'll really throw you through a windshield
Fuck ya accolades
I'm really tryin' to hear the
Pain that ya pen
(Cardo got wings!)
I said you already know nigga, you ain't gotta flow
Before rap, Young really got dough
Before rap, Young really seen snow
In
no such thing as something for nothing
That means if you lose faith in your music, and do some shit for attention, or ride another man's fame
You might
Kanye to end up on top
They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop
Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself
Roc-A-Fella's
of y'all is Isaiah Thomas
Y'all niggas played the corners that preyed upon, wasn't in our tarots
Your idols ain't grow up like, it's just an appearance
Plus
in good hands, cus Suga Free palmin
He sent her the the Sherri tan with Thomas
If you need 'em that got 31(0)'s 62(?)-9755
You hit 'em and they
regrets
I thank the good lord above
Cause really I know that I'm blessed man I cannot stress
I shoot my shot you can't even contest
Give it my all I don't
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!
Thomas and full of doubt (Lets go)
My girl bad
Like battle rappers that make albums
Like rabid dogs
Killin it is the only outcome (What)
My flows insane,
of doubt
While Thomas More waits in the Tower of London
Watching the sands running out
And measures the hours out
From here to oblivion
In actions that
to open your eyes
Chai
If loving is blind
Truly and really I know that loving is blind
If e no dey blind
How come you no see wetin dey happen for behind
If
Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good
Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed
Slacking on they mackin', rest haven for hoes
Real
some shit that really don't concern y'all
Punch a fan if you get a fucking word wrong
I'm wavy, get me some shit that you can surf on
Finding me
on this earth but really don't know where my mind been
Bright thomas Edison
Words like my medicine
Barely stepping in but yeah I got to settle in
Yeah you
I'm kind of chunky like a good French Pastry
Don't be fooled by the belly
That's just Raspberry Jelly
Dad Bods are in
That's what the magazines tell me
it for the perks then we got some that works
Just pay up the cost make it across
Quick as a burst
Hit you with the 5 Star it's so good really by far
I just talked to broski Thomas
And he told me stay the same
So I told him you won't ever
You won't ever see me change
I have got some points to prove
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