Lupe Fiasco - Accept the Troubles lyrics

There's a lot of things in this
World you got to accept, you know
Especially me, listen

A lot of niggas be playin' the fool
And I ain't havin' that shit
Like prayin' in school
I'm gonna keep more tools than True Values
That I know how to use
I don't need "how to's"
Nigga's don't believe they can
Bleed or bruise
That's why solo niggas always leave in two's
Weed and booze'll have nigga's
Leaking from wounds
Ain't no comin' back home
Mom's leasin' your room
Nigga's will lose their grins when
It's Lupe and friends
And them orange juice Timb's in
A foregin coupe that swims
Now a days emcee's be wildin'
And my mic check be better
Than they whole album
They wonder why they can't touch it
Cause my shit stay over there
Head like carry on luggage
I'd give it to any performer on any budget
The rhyme in the I am
Niggas want nothin' of it
You got to, accept the troubles
It's not like it's hard
Yeah no choice but to, accept the troubles
It's not like it's hard
You know you got to, accept the troubles
It's not like it's hard
Accept the troubles nigga, live with it
You got to, accept the troubles
It's not like it's hard yeah, listen, yeah

I'm never blunted
Cause table's can turn like 1200s
But, I keep a 'three-eight' on that
Burn next to my stomach
Shells punished concerned well from it
Cause, I learn customers return if
The product is humming
Yo it's Was, one hundred will walk for duke
Runnin' best believe them bullets
Be in hot pursuit
Especially don't pull it dawg
It's not for you
You dressed up like prom and
Deaded I'm the alarm
I got Winter in my grill
And Summer in my palms
And numbers on your Moms dumb
And dumbers for the strong
I know them bars is hurting cause
I'm a hard working dark child
Like R jerkins I see
The sharks lurkin', honest, hungry
CCF sponser the alumni and
Rep Madison constant money
I'm a fast learner with a fast burner
And I hope you can fast
Cause there's no eating when it's my turn to

Am I what you expected
The good die young and I've been resurrected
The hood's my son, I'm quite impressive
Best believe it's yayo with WJ
Goals and them writin' credit's
Yo, I mouth piece niggas swearing ya tough
And you're that sweet, that nasty
That gushy stuff
And that 8-40 hoody with the wooden guts
With the AK 4-fully that'll cook
You and ya tux ya ain't thorough
You got it mixed up like Dourough
Just cause they in suit's that
Don't mean they the Bureau
Your small time so close to worthless
Only feds at your house is the Postal Service
It's all love why try and hate us
Don't make me call thugs
And you shook like vibrators
Head shots to ruin your linings and tapers
We hustlas flip cane like five Phi Thetas
Understand nigga