Lyrics:
this rap s**t yeah
Ill forever love this, yeah
(This s**t forever dawg)
Uh Im motivated by any means
I aint tellin no lies, Im tryin to live the dream
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!
of the morning
Top of the morning, top of the morning
All 'bout the green like the Celtics, I'm balling
Straight pub crawling
Ain't no stopping
St. Patrick, fuck
happen
Look at his face he cappin'
I ain't stupid, wet up ya clothes with a
Big nose it ain't mucus
This thot I got from St louis
Gave the whole crew head
Know we the s**t when we stepping in
Post in your s**t and we stomping down
I know you hear dolla signs
Big money in when we come around It’s plenty
Yeah, cuz! Oi Movement DVD cuz
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch 32
Big up Ghetto big up the rest of the members
Big up Risky! Big up Gift, Frisco,
laughing with me next time around
(I'm a star, I'm a fucking star, I'm a st- I'm a star)
Did you not see me bounce every time you came around?
Up and down I
discreet
Dugo, pawes and luha ko
I stand by our people
And they know that I do
I got this bread on me brodie that's BIG Flip
Thats a BIG Flip
My pinoy
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
beating the odds
I stood on ground wit hitters
I'm straight from the trenches big dawg we some big St. Bernard
Est Saint Laurent in the budget nie
I'm
Watch my back and light my way
(My traveling star, my traveling star).
Watch over all of those born
St. Christopher's Day
(Old road dog, young
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
locals and New Yorkers
And the Brazilian Navy
By mini-moke and scooters
In cabs and stolen cars
Came the creatures of the evening
From St. Martin
in the moonlight
And broke out a big cigar
Just business as usual
Beneath the tropic stars
Alors(come on) alors (let's go) alors
Vien faire in
brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
McDonald's, took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
Drivin' so
McDonald's, took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
Drivin' so
on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us
McDonald's, took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
Drivin' so
big trucks, I'm far from a star
Cause I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come
One out of five reasons why they hatin on us
Tracks is like a gas
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