Lyrics:
that lame shit been a Fiasco, better call Lupe I’m off duty
Used to be a movie now you’re bootleg
But you still got a booty goin woozy
Hold up, baby I’m
niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
But I'm laughin' 'bout to knock they ass the fuck out
Bitch, quit actin' like a stuck up clown
gave a N**** top
Did it broad day
If im hanging out the roof
N**** mayday
I been ballin catch me ballin
In these Balmains
Givenchy or Gucci or Louie
Neck
on me, let's get high
Wanted 3.5, I'ma bring back two
I'm the exception, consider me the anomaly
No superstition, a superstar, no astrology
I got
the ladies love Cool J, I'm talkin' Mai Tai's on a pool day
No fiascos, bumpin' Lupe, she'll have club goin' up on a Tuesday
She don't play dominoes, but she
exact
Hanson street off of Webber had to gone state the facts (boy)
Matter fact, watch me blow by
Sittin in a fly ride , tinted up so high
N**** yea I'm
they quote
1 a.m. still awoke i was focused on my goals.
Been a long journey seen some friends turn to foes
i’m surrounded by the best that shit keeps me
confusing then that puppy love
Call it a sick day
Endless by the sea
Loneliness is the new wave
Fiasco without the lupe
Bruce Lee with all that funk sway
Like
to sleep at all
You ain't gonna catch me with them sneak pictures, sneak pictures
In my city I'm a young God (God)
That pussy kill be so vicious (so
exposure so
They trying to make me kill 'em, I'm controlling my emotions though
Why you niggas lookin' so surprised? They not supposed to blow?
From
space even when I'm first I am still advancing
Ready for the lights superstar Lupe Fiasco
You know you lit when you illuminate through the darkness
My
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
the projects
Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single
the price to be the boss, touché
Like toupées
Those are overhead costs, its a fiasco
Lupe
I'm fugazey
Beat crazy
I'm permanent so nothing really could phase
compare to us? You fiasco, and we Lupe
Boss moves how I do things
Dimes with me like loose change
I had business in the city so she rode with the kid for
Word bond real talk, do my dirt all by my lonely
'Cause them suckas will talk
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't fuck with me
gettin nigga
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And aks him what he put me on for
I heard yall niggas ballin
Dude,
smile in your face and talk shit behind your back
but I just can't call it or catch
but i still got G's and I'm still ballin
Chorus till fade
of faith
So I walk by God as I keep on moving
Try Jesus, not me, cuz I'm still shooting
Got brand new bullets with the metal translucent
Who these rappers
the projects
Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single
baby she was Lupe
She kept it cool ,
F what her friends say
Wednesday she broke the rules
Run a little game still tell the truth
Thursday, hit me told
niggas greasy because I'm built like that
Bury niggas easy 'cause they get kiled like that
If you ain't in it wit me than you in my way
But either
ho instead you dipped like flash ho
I'm just tryna touch the skies Lupe Fiasco
They say I don't give a shit guess ima asshole , every since had dough
cause I'm paid
They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say I'm ballin' I'm not talkin' 'bout a ball
I'm talkin' 'bout Tiffany & Co. stones out
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