Lyrics:
comin' after white people, Oprah?
It's like your new hustle fuckin' your own people over
You know exactly what you doin', don't act dumb, bitch
You out
love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all
People killin',
little privacy
Sunsets eventually come
Boats return home,seagulls guarding them
Fish here and there is what they're really after though
People holding onto
into pocket chains (woo)
All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout shit except doin' drugs
Wonder how you got a name (damn)
Sippin' lean, takin' E,
know I am the man that come up positivity
Never negativity 'cause we create then do-re-mi
My name is Will.I.Am from B.E.P
Black Eyed Peas, numero uno,
Giving by Push pushing just like dope dealers
When it comes to this, know nobody roll iller
I come off my head like my hat do
MC stand still like a statue
character
But bad news for you, nigga nothing comes easy
Sitting in my bedroom, chilling by myself
Wonder bout the times, how the fuck I'm building wealth
(Whoa!)
Shake that body, party that bod (Whoa!)
Shake that body, party that body (It's a new God flow niggas!)
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
Step
either way we gon' get down
New niggas, thought I was going to break down
Still here, now it's time for the breakdown
Breakdown, clap it up
Remix, mash it
special, I was blinded by the Devil
I'm just saying, what we really living for?
I'm just praying people seeing what I saw
I'm just saying that there must be
girl
Oh Baby, yeah
Oh I swear I'll never leave you (why)
People have lied to yeah
But by your side I'll show yeah
The way a girl needs to roll
don't stop
To my people in New York
Ya don't stop
To my people down south
Ya don't stop
To my people out west
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Yeah what, what
Back up on the remix, let me flip this
beat be hitting hard, it might just leave ‘em with slipped disk Penning every lyric, recorded
All hope long ago buried
Here in London in a sea of strangers
(A necklace of Marian's has
Been stolen by the
Crowd the conman laughs Marian struggles
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
blinding my eyes)
They said they'd be here they said, they said in the corner,
And im thinkin'...
(People pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night)
time I turn on the news
Theres a brother gunned down in the street
And people don't care bout that
Unless the nigga died by the police
Every time I come
the gears of years of inequality, disparity, driven by greed
So I ask again
How do we move from here?
Get a new motion, new groove in here?
Gunna have to come
for it
But today try playing on some street curb,
Singin' the news in everyday words
The people pass by, the laughin' is heard
Or else they hit you
date two people at the same time
Knowing it is twice the sin (Why why why)
Oh yes I have this little problem
Here I'm being vain again (Why why)
Hey man
this nation under God
Shall have a new birth of freedom
And the government of the people by
The people and for the people
Shall not perish from the earth
a Phoenix
Different in a way like a remix
I'm my own boss
Can't tell me how to live
Yeah I see my own flaws
You blinded by technology
Listen to this song
My
Finesse is live on the mic so come and see him
With the new flavor, that's why I'm gonna stay fly
It won't hurt to lounge and drop by and say hi
So too
to spit
Only this time
I'm comin' on some new and updated ish
Some of that Reggae and Hip Hop mixed yo
That blend
That hybrid
Yeah
Check it yo
Let's go
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