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
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
the bullshit
Sometime to make peace, you need a full clip
Roll dice with niggas who got bricks at a good price
Talk shit, give good advice, rollin' through
Claiming you're a killer when
You a Christian cause it makes
You sound like an idiot
You need to tell these people
Who you really is that Philly kid
Who got
And the people dem love how we living
We got the new gun
With the shot can't done
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with clip, clip, clip, clips (Skrrt)
Your people shall switch, switch, switch, switch
We keep getting rich, rich, rich, rich
Sway at her house, she be
Goin step it
Trigga squeeze all who inna
The yard get it
Murda mi deal wid fuck the paramedic
Gunshot ano machette
Still a get it, you coulda
shit
But work for Nick before
It's 54 cards in a deck
I guess I'm short a few
I bought a new Smith & out
The clip be stickin' out like Florida do
I'm
they ain't never gave me a bundle
But they discount people who
Would fuckin' mumble this life is not fair
They dread Dax like Jamaican hair
Because they
Should do
Or spray rounds and end up a poster For who, For you, for you
MAAAAAAAN
People always talking that shit
But don't nobody wanna do shit
To make
eclipse (Eat clips)
I spit that real rap this what the people need (The people need it)
I said this real rap is what the people need (The people need it)
on the move, no Uber
People try to block a nigga shine like lunar (yeah)
Eclipse, wanna take all my chips
Wanna pop off the clip like hummus he dip, uh
do
If thirty thousand rioters came running after you?
And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television?
Wouldn't people lay about without
bang with on the low ain't really slidin' (ain't really slidin')
I hang them with the felons who ain't tryna do no fightin' (uh-uh)
Clips, they get
side of my city, yeah, that's cause my face card good
Before you even think about it, just know I would
Draco got wood
It help with grip, I let it rip
I
don't have it all upstairs
But who the fuck cares?!
I'm grabbin' brews, takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures
And harass them bitch-ass niggas
up here at the Ammo Dump
with my nigga Alladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G
Yeah, we do the shit like this
Verse One:
The card after the ace is
The call has gone out, responses have come
And we bless God for our brother who's given God his life
Is there anything you'd like to say, my
acrobatics
Band camp swimming with lil' daddy
Meant to say diving in the shit
Interstate flying with a brick
Glidin' with the iron in the clip
Face card
Or scroll on your phone to learn from someone who prides
Making a thirty second clip up on the subject of spies
Why oh why, the rudimentary function of these
come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Who do, do you
said that I took the long way
Shout out to them niggas who tried that shit in the hall way
Feeling like Money Mitch wish a nigga just took the Long Way
dawg
Yeah they paid my fee"
Well after such a big accomplishment
You standin' right here on
This stage wit' me who gives a fuck?
This card lit! Well I
This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
'Til I die I'm a fuckin' ball
Now who gon'
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