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[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Where the Almighty know, well alrighty then I'm all mighty ho call me mighty Joe Quinn With Josephine Baker in the Benz On them shiny toes, glass slipper niggas with your Cinderalla shins I'm a shark in the water, you see my flippers and my fins The pool is my palace go and send them niggas in Rockstar, let's take the Bentley for a swim I run the world take your hood to the gym Stretch it all out, get it all thin Back on my fat shit get it all again Rap on my back bitch, hip hop on my brim You think you're high now Well thy style's no higher than my eyebrows, this should be a sin Cleanse, flow clear kinda like how air look Or like a Cinderella pair look Or like Cinderella barefoot No matter how many ankles of crews The moral of the story: you can't fill my shoes Lu! [Verse 2: Game] (Mass murderer!) And in the last verse from Lupe, touche Ferrari drop top, but it came with a toupee Niggas say they got cars like us, but do they? Letras de cancionesRap Phantoms, pack tannoms and strippers from Atlanta, ménage à trois let em fuck, I watch, stay on My j-o, only when I'm punchin' the clock, up On the block, everything mine, I stay on my grind Chasin' dollar signs, bumpin' Nas, it's halftime And I'm the G-A, money signs it's easy nigga, don't Want shit for free but weezy nigga, load the Glock up Cops pop up, you can go to Iraq, take all the straps Come back and couldn't stop us, Aston with the Top jush, paint job, rock dust, hand with what I got In the trunk will get us all locked up, so fuck niggas And I'm talkin' from behind the trigga, now come Get a nigga, cus I'm of niggas [Hook:] Hatin' on me, you wastin' your time Nigga wanna kill me? Then go and stand in that line Kill that shit, I ain't tryna hear that shit [Gun cocking] I know you hear that shit So nigga Skate on, skate on (Whatchu gon do?) Skate on, skate on (Lupe tell em nigga) S-S-Skate on, skate on Me and my niggas tryna stay on, skate on [Verse 3: Game] Usually wake up early like them Philly niggas In the weed spot rolling kush A-R go get Philly nigga First smoke a not, we swimming it hard rock We push it out all spots 'till they get us up off blocks Straight for the bout [?] pots, then bag it in in Banglocks Watch for the top cops cus we nourish our own crops Smoke it like blood clops, inside of the drug spot Will take em to Van Gundy, big man on the block Don't worry bout my residentials or my credentials My flow will cocktail, through a Def Jam window That's for Shekyan, I'm the rapper niggas fear No need for Craig Mack to kick the flava in ya ear Keep the Lambo in fifth gear, catch me on a sunny Day, paint drippin' like Lil Weezy in Baby tears King of LA I think I made it clear, ain't nobody outselling 5 It's a Eminem or Dre n shit [Hook] [Verse 4: Game] Now I've been rappin' for 9 years, 4 months 45, 46, 47 seconds, I was Doctor Dre's weapon Had the option to stay and kept swerving Make some rookie mistakes but so did Kyrie Irving If Fifty was Lebron on a bad night, or Floyd Mayweather When many packi out did his jab right, I fucked a Bad bitch but that was last night, and I ain't gon' say No names but she was singing and her ass tight This year I'm gettin' my cash right, 30 years old Let Drake or Soulja Boy live fast life, who ever said The Game wack, change that, (be) fore the thing claps Niggas fucked up rap, I bought the flame back Couple albums later, still the same cat, and my P-O Only motherfucker thinkin' that I ain't strapped Next time you doubt me, I'm a have my accountin' down Southny, we can do this rap shit without me I'm out G, and if 2011 Audi, twenty two parral leaf Oils up like the Saudi's, bout to pick new broad from the hotel Yo Pharrell, let em know From Letras Mania