Lyrics:
and get a little fame
Think I'm lying no this isn't a game
Doctors and nurses sold out to get a little check
People addicted to their phones 5G turning them
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
at the Carny grounds
And they getting swallowed by their very own greed
Dark carnival and wicked clowns because we need
Three little piggies to make a piggy
something slippery to the touch
I could see how people get addicted
And baby who am I to judge?
Because somewhere there's an island
Where our love lives by
never met you,a sad life,it probably would've turned out to be.(yip)
Chin Chilling,hard chilling,Drinking,smoking,people im provoking,all the shit thats
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
we rappin in
While they trying to fill us all up with more lead then zepilin
[Everyone Lead by Mos Def]
My people unite and let's all get down
We
Eggs
Hamburger meat
Bread
Funyuns
Orange drink
Toilet paper
Tidy Bowl
Pickles
Little Debbie Snack Cakes
What some people won't do, break up
Everyone’s sick around me and I’m starting to get a cold
I don’t know why people want to hang out when they’re sick, it’s very American
No one wants
an obscenity, top five I bet I be, steadily listening
Goddamn, goddamn—conversations with people
Crazy how one day the legends forget that they equal
On this
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came
seventy-five ways
Today's in a maze
And start the craze
When they opened my coon
It was time to bloom
Thinkin' like ten people, trapped in one room
Sittin' in
and kill me
Shoot the messenger and then the people will never hear me
I want you to walk with me, walk five thousand miles
I want you to stay with me,
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
what we do (to get by) to get by
Live or die, the world is a ghetto
Five hundred niggas died in guerilla warfare
In a village in Africa, but didn't
sad affair
And as I waited for my change, you know it hit me then and there
That ordinary people have extraordinary love
A million little miracles
You know what I mean
'cause I'm not proud of our
Whole shit, it's like, you know what I mean?
I usually just make shit 'cause it look cool
But people's
and Alizé by di case
Guinness and Heineken just in case
Moët run out, we start stout off wi face
Five hundred dollar bag a high grade blow gone a space
your breath
You pray for death
And then you're on the air!
Ninety little minutes to survive
In front of twenty million people
5, 4, 3, 2
Welcome
dinner money in my pocket
And even the little things like ordering pizza
Were probably the reason for overtime in the evening
Five till ten, six hours
I used to be in my heist years
Bubble eye small fry loaded four five
just thirstin for some person with shine to just walk by
Now that I can see
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
just to make sure that they can get it
Two hundred dollars every 5 days
For little white pills that get you stuck in their ways
Of not eating anything
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