Lupe Fiasco Thot 97 Lyrics

Masterpiece, didn't need nothin'
Like the bad police
It's the word of God
From the pastor cheeks
And you can take a bad
From a raf at least
Sit Baptise
Give a nigga my rap ties
Metaphor, reservoir
Dog got cat lives
You can flip a coin
Heads or tails, my nigga
Bet it lands on the flat side
Always be a winna
You can be a Mac, nigga
I can be a printer
You can be a fat nigga,
I can be a sprinter
Top of the world, nigga
You be act a killa
Trees got the paper, nigga
Timber!
You gotta have principles,
Skinna, skinna!
And I'mma be the fat nigga
Treat the finish line like it dinner time
I put dough for my city like I win the city
Winter time
For as long as the war
Wanna feel the real pretty tittie line
Now lets say I get car jacked
Niggas like this new shit
Every Moo shit, I look like Lou shit
Then they bring the car back like it's Enterprise
Turn 9's 18's, trappin' now turn them 25
Nigga had 9, I had 14
I had this stupid beat when I ha' 29
And I have 34, and I can hit 10 like 20 times