[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Lord have Murcielagos waiting on the nigga At the end when the time come Get the drop on the weed spot Like there's too much water in the tea pot, huh Lord have Murcielagos on the poor, nigga, pour, nigga They adore the event of war Down force on the doors of adored niggas Does the Lord like to thank award winners? And the war winners'll rewards inner Or the all-enders ain't the pure chemists So the form in this can be raw in this like the porn business King to king 'til the, 'til the pawn hit us If he goes, half a million sold, sold the soul, going gold In the end will it go to the pawn business? You ain't doing nothing with it Let a nigga get it for the low-low-low-low Lames tried to form their brains, couldn't storm it like a dodo-dodo-dodo-do In the Philippines eating chicken wings, smothered with adobo-dobo-dobo-do Vatos, fiascos, votos locos like a cho-lo-lo-lo Gadget go, go, go, go Ratchet ho, ho, ho, ho Santa ho, ho, ho, ho K-Ci, Jo-Jo-Jo-Jo Brown skin brother in a fed box at the hell lil' nigga live there for months Except these young, black males wouldn't drive if you give them trucks Nigga, nigga, nigga what I don't give a, give a, give a, fuck With a, with a, with a mind full of money, pockets full of nothing Niggas gonna feel what a nigga feel Always been a winner ever since beginner All the way to the end and never ever been a pussy [Hook: Billy Blue] (x4) Pussy nigga, pussy pussy nigga, pussy pussy nigga get fucked Real nigga, Twitter, what? [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Lord, please keep these diablo niggas off a nigga mind Lord, please keep these diablo niggas off a nigga spine Lord, please keep me Fiasco outta rest of these nigga lie These nigga lie, these nigga lie, these nigga lie, these nigga lie Lord, please forgive me for the sinning Sinning please forgive me for the snitching to the Lord Hoping and forbidding to the ribbon niggas wanting to get in, open up the doors Son wanna feel 'em, open up the ceiling Niggas start tripping, open up the floor Trap like Indiana Jones looking for a map That I sketched on the back on one of my raps under my hat Coffin is the cousin to the bed that's under my back Dream so real niggas die taking one of my naps Mattress full of money, monster under that sheets full of raps Comfort for the weak, sleep for the whack Party while you slumber, tell 'em money coming, jump in my sack Niggas wanna exercise, exercise I-X-I ain't no jumpin' my jack If I lift an arm I'mma lift a car, nigga, that's a gun in my lap Hurdle to the tire, chariots of fire I'm a flyer, take you under my flap Is he going nuts? Is he going bolts? No, going both running my track Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga what I just figure, figure, figure you gon' be a nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga what And since niggas is faster than them white folks on the tracks White folks tightrope, like both, I could be a sprintin' nigga Nik Wallenda, runnin' over rap I higher, higher wire, you a wire on a power pad running over that Running over that, running over that, running over that, running over that Five time winner, five-nine, fine line dinner Einstein mind, mind bender Fine dine, nine, wine, find cocaine in my mind Antenna pussy! [Hook]
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