Låttexter: Lupe Fiasco. Touch The Sky. Ignorant Freestyle.

And since im presently on the incline
I feel inclined to invite yall
In the mind im feelin real spiffy
Signed sealed illest label deal in the city
Check me and my fifty dollar fifty-nine fifty
Buyin diamonds is just no longer in me
So no more chains flooded watches on the right
hand
I work like a Mexican spend like a white man
That's right man I could Bentley afford
Instead I coped a couple skateboards and
some sneakers my kick game is crazy

keep a french eyeglass a backstage pass and a
model for a lady

Charlia stop winein I got a bottle ya babies

Don't get gassed up on what ya pomp-pomp [?]
think

Cuz the heart still dark as my Bloncic ink [?]
But the real OG'S told me fall on back
You got a secret service now you call on that
If that aint real mane I fall on tacks
Im feelin real good
I think I might post in here
And hold the westside down like itz a coast
this year

Bishop G they told me I should come down cousin

But I flatly refuse I aint dumb down nuffin

Like BOW
lovin the Chi right now
Comm Sense the Priest
Bump Jay ta chief
Kanye the champ
Twista man the Beast
Crucial still the king
Kato[?] rest in peace
and for those that aint never met I
I own 1st and 15th im Lupe the Jedi
Jay don't mind me im just blowin my zone up
Doin it bout as fly as a maggot grown up
And still got a life that's back in the palms up

just give me a foldin chair I aint after the
throne but
got a broken left flow that aint no body aint touch

just sayin if FnF aint up

friend naw

this aint a pen this a paint brush and I intend to rearrange how they paint us

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