[Intro] Oh, no Oh, no Oh, no Oh, no [Verse 1 Lupe Fiasco] The minds all a flutter, no pigs on the gig No swine for the supper No wine in the cupboard Everything of mine must show signs of the suffer And keep you abreast of the utter, struggle To keep it all fresh like tupper One of the tougher ginger bread men out the cutter Skin aint Huck Finn but I aint Nigga Jim motherfucker Im more like Clubber, from the upper cut of the gutter Never kow tow I wont bow down to the bull like Calcutta That aint what Im rapping for Id rather be a matador So ta ta, rather raw I know that sounds fucked up like a repertoire But theres no Ruths Chris if I lose so I choose To keep em seeing red like crips and pirus He the guy who rides the haikus Schooled at Cooley High, who has the not to Till its time to rise up, ride for our views Tired of all the lies wont abide by yall rules AKs and IQs, so my skies are light blue [Chorus Pharrell Williams] Hey, I must admit it, I aint ashamed Im the best They didnt get it, thats why Im pissing off the rest Niggas is jealous, of what I got resting on my neck Cause it took me from down underground to soaring like a G4 Mug if you want to, bug if you want to Chill if you want to, shrug if you want to Build if you want to, joke if you want to, disrespect me Thats what you wont do, thats what you wont do [Verse 2 Lupe Fiasco] Been around the world the things that Ive seen These things get turned into things that I sing Things stringed together with similes in between Been mean since the teens, since little green Marines I beam, Mean Gene, Mean Greene, lean, dream, being the king, bling, bling Three rings, ringlings, home, own, throw, Eames, yeah! To move towards it I had the root for it Like the home team, now they all lean Singing that Queen Somebody To Love rap, city Boheme We all champeens you dont wanna bite the dust Better stay on your scene I drop the lyric, Woodbine, Bokeem You can document it, Columbine bowling I got the spirit, I require no wings A fly MC, riveting my passions To buy pro wings, then wear em on the cover of your magazines Feeling real Yeti in my size fourteens tryna trump to lean, blue [Chorus Pharrell Williams] Hey, I must admit it, I aint ashamed Im the best They didnt get it, thats why Im pissing off the rest Niggas is jealous, of what I got resting on my neck Cause it took me from down underground to soaring like a G4 Mug if you want to, bug if you want to Chill if you want to, shrug if you want to Build if you want to, joke if you want to, disrespect me Thats what you wont do, thats what you wont do [Bridge Pharrell Williams] Call Me Mama, nah aint about to ignore me mama All these hos on me mama, why the hell you aint want me mama Call Me Mama, nah aint about to ignore me mama All these hos on me mama, why the hell you aint want me mama [Verse 3 Lupe Fiasco] Success is my friend, who knew that when I grew up Id be just like him Expect my roar if you reject my whim, erect my law, respect my pim I bring the pain, Method Man I bring the pain, SM Shout to FamLay one of my bestest friends Try and kill us send all your deaths threats in, Ill just reply with excess wins Please God correct my sins and protect my kin, as I jetset Headrest up and my leg rest in, lets go [Chorus Pharrell Williams] Hey, I must admit it, I aint ashamed Im the best They didnt get it, thats why Im pissing off the rest Niggas is jealous, of what I got resting on my neck Cause it took me from down underground to soaring like a G4 Mug if you want to, bug if you want to Chill if you want to, shrug if you want to Build if you want to, joke if you want to, disrespect me Thats what you wont do, thats what you wont do
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