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lupe fiasco - deleted instagram freestyle - lupe fiasco lyrics

i said
before you try and stare me down, you gotta master the banisters
that mean when you walk up, you gotta keep your hand on the caliber
it’s escalade
student of the pro’s, never been a fan of the amateurs
the way you be movin’ with the hoes i think that you a plant and a panicle
you gotta hold your ground learn how to stand in your stamina
hear me?
stop tryna dodge, if you’re gonna challenge a challenger
remember the steps
all that jumpin off the porch just gon’ get you hit by a vet
porsche porsche
look, cars is bars likе i’m bloodin’ or sum’
above it all, i done shed tеars like i’m cuttin’ a onion
this n*gga’s a b*tch, he gon’ call the cops
the d*ck’s gon’ come like he f*ckin’ a woman
now we gotta run, cause he couldn’t tussle at run*in’s
lost his muscles or sum’
he was super saiyan, but he lost his key
now he wanna start sh*t ’cause we was touchin’ his b*ttons
i ain’t trippin i just call that a blemish on a target
he’ll call the cops, and he’ll sync eye, cause he can’t finish what he started
see that’s just what happens when a dentist, meets a artist
and he don’t see a real gangsta grille, until he see me, grinnin’ at his garbage
look, i ain’t mad i’m glad
i just came for the bag laughin’ at his ass
he don’t really understand that there’s a gap, between a magnum and the blast
it’s all gravy, you can have it in stash, but in the avenue of cash if you ain’t cappin’ a blast then it don’t matter if you havin’ a pass
n*gga, you know my past, they should put my monogram on graph
i jay*z this n*gga, slam on the gas
he got hit by a ‘vette, now he in the air, like a plane
then he land on the grass
i cannabis this n*gga, household name
yeah, my hand on a pad
you ain’t even famous in your house, why you be gamblin’ bad?
lux called, said them n*ggas is talkin’ this sh*t
like these birds of feather don’t think i’ll fal*cons and put a hawk on the wrist
set it up, we can shut down the palms, have a ball and a first
but it’s a pot and you might get f*cked up it’s a ?
f*ck that, wherever you wanna run it is good
your block
now cuz gettin’ hit with the cars all in front of the hood
they was like lu’ came through solo
his name was his logo
pop that n*gga in his chest like he was bolo
chopped him in the neck, like he ain’t wanna know who was in the photo
he was handlin’ ’em crazy, got randy with his wavy
got all family with the ladies
that n*gga was throwin’ his bars
but lupe was lookin’ like this sh*t is easy as takin’ candy * from a baby
(woo!)

- lupe fiasco lyrics

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