Lyrics:
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
I'm ready
New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
White diamonds and them shits hit pink
trenches
Gun fights all night
Stamped my name in this business
like dem bricks off soft white
Rest in peace Virgil Abloh
Still dripping Off White
Is it me
but instead I'm the weight man (Uh)
I break a brick to eight eighths, man
Or the sixteen deuces and give
Away the extra eight grams (Woo)
I got this
come true
Then my eyes turn red
Sky turns grey
Children slangin' white in the hood
We call it yeah drink old gold
Down my yellow brick road
and purple til my dreams come true
Then my eyes turn red
Sky turns gray
Children slanging white in the hood
We call it yay drink old gold
Down my
wrapped around a fuckin' white brick
White chick, try to tell me what the price is
Nice kids, we was tryin' rob 'em hundred bands
Son of Sam, make
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
of New Orleanswe call him this:
Georgia (That's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to
The one with the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes
down to kiss and help me reminisce and celebrate
My tears are falling from the sky and turn to White Love
chorous:
By the time the bells are swinging in
niggas just ran by
Plug trappin' bricks and it move like erosion
Pour up that sprite, mix it up with the potion (Pour it up)
Off-White 4s and it's creamed
Smokin' that dope, I'm smokin' that gas
You know I don't cop by the sack
High as fuck, I smoked the 8th
And, I got bricks in the safe
Choppa with me, yeah,
You can't
Coach K
Bitch I am the Duke
Run amok
Like I'm Zion
Back in High school
Back in my schools
I went from drug head
To white boy
To recluse
Due
gettin' smoked, you put a hand on me
Shots run it down even if he had a broken foot
All through COVID, we still sold it by the boatload to push
Pandemic
be, passenger seat celebrity
Seven chains on so gucci mane shining heavily
Cocaine heavenly, soft white prejudice
All white bricks same color as my
Lillard from the elbow aim
I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game (ah)
Bricks are off-white, I imported some (uh-huh)
Whippin' all
Dame Lillard from the elbow aim
I thought of that while I was courtside at the 'Melo game (ah)
Bricks are off-white, I imported some (uh-huh)
Whippin'
situations will put a brick
Wall up on a nigga
But either way I got to make it through
I know a lot of shit come my way
But it's ok
I know it probably could've
by any means, whether it's the bricks or the candies for cash
I can't be talking to feds, I got some secrets that can't leave the pad
I gotta stack it
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
bunch of trees
And the kind we move don't got no seeds
Uhh, uhh, a couple bricks of some white stuff
{?} Throw a stash in the baby diapers
Uhh, so
Naomi Campbell
Just doin' Eliantte diamond
This a high number
Pinky ring cost a nigga about a brick of dog
Came from sellin' dope and stashin'
Bricks
a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
So I can
Valentino summers and wave runners
Chains on my niggas like slave runners
Drug dealers anonymous
How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit?
My brick
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