Fall

歌詞

(*Dear Summer* Beat) Lupe Talking: Yessir What up Shinobi, Suzie what up... Salaam alaikum... uh... yea What up Chi-Town, what up Westside What up everywhere else in the woooorld Haha... President Carter what up [Verse 1] Dear Fall! You might not know what my album is called Its Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor God willing September is when I plan to fall, I mean drop like the temperature Then rock on right through the winter Put something on they mind, give em lines to remember Aw! a lifetime remember which is mine Then recorded then enjoy then rewind then look into My mis-adventures... adventures into the Underworld hanging with them cover girls This ain't my enter naw on Arista I coulda been a contender But BMG had a differant agenda What up LA Reid? I still see ya You still my homeboy won't even charge ya for a feature I went from M.C. to being M.S. (a mess) Thats Microphone Controller to Motivational Speaker... neegas(niggas) Staf Allah I'm not a prophet but Fahrenheit 1/15 is being quoted by preachers Far from being a leader but I'm still being invited by teachers Wit no Hennessey and no reefer Give em a hand I came from hand-me-down sneakers And I don't wanna boast or brag But for what most niggas hope... a nigga done had Chop game wit my Folk and split it in half "You ain't gotta bring it back tomorrow" a nigga can have Rich or broke... a nigga ain't mad Self-esteem will make a regal ride like a silver Serath Just wipe the french fries off the seat lean back and I tilt my hat And I'ma head to the baseline Free base to the 8 times at Baseline watching Jay put it together I wonder if he knew while he was mumbling that this would push Lupe forever Together... with the F-n-F crew Atlantic on Post proudly present to you: Some new, something fresh, something different A lil to the left, a lil upliftin' A lil good game, a lil hustlin' Some SB Nikes, some nice crushed linen Don't forget the skateboard, of course the nice women Can I get a mic check a lil light dimming And a fresh bottle of Vos, maybe with some light lemon And you gotta blame my momma for the lil lightskinnin' And this ain't written I swear Autumn I was just recording em... as I thought em A Y.G. F-n-F U.P. 23 year old V.P. wit a flow like Laudanum That'll getcha sleepy but soon as they nod off that when I smelling salt 'em What up Madison Street... how they gonna keep us off them?... PEEEEACE *beat cuts out* yea, think that was good? yea, that was good. that was good. Yo, i'm out