Lupe Fiasco - Diet Soda Poetry lyrics

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

On the phone speaking in code
Sneaky niggas want a piece of your soul
It’s like the conversation change when
I’m speaking in goals
And they don’t understand when
I speak the creole
Being see sweet don’t mean you
Think that they hoes
Being C-Suite mean the seat that you chosed
It’s elite
You ain’t gotta speak cause it shows
My skillset freakier than Bohemian Grove
Baby blood only cause the mama brim
Ahead of my time
Used to talk to my mama friends
Condolences to the Bakers
Tragedy bring us back together right
After it break us
Casualty will always make us neighbors
Jordan made me Bull, but Kobe made me a Laker
Lee Scratch pass, know they crying in Jamaica
The boy stay blessed like the
Wine with the wafer
Live by my grind like the shaker
Mind my behavior
I park the car for the valet
Set the table for the waiters
Totally self sufficient with a
Whole lot of favors, yeah

Blue Note Table
Watching jazz on the xylophone
40 Dog, need a chain for my microphone
Chill is gusto, this that 99
Headed to the stu’
With the 9 in my backpack on the bus flow
But I had it fucked up like an uh oh
Chill was like that’s secondary
School is the utmost
I was this close to droppin' out
High school dropping off, range
Rover hoppin' out, woo
(Woo) shit was crispy
Beat bringing back memories like they miss me
I ain’t gotta do bars, I can strictly
Rap what really happened
You would think that shit was Disney
Air in the circle like a frisbee
Thinking about my niggas make me misty
All that martial arts make me risky
So you better put a gun to
My head while you frisk me, nigga

I’m from the old school
You leave the meeting with a kissed face
I was in hoop shooting J after
J like that Fish place
Word to niggas living so rough
That the pick breaks
But they still tryna get their shit
Straight like they mix raced
I had a Duke, similar to an S-Curl
Same game, tryna impress them out west girls
I listened to Donda
I also listened to Kanye’s mama in real life
That means I’m real twice
Ricardo’s 40, nigga
I remember when we was shorties
Handling watas like a levee in New Orleans
Spitta Andretti Chevy
Tailpipe sounding like it’s snoring
Giving out gas
Cavalier raising money while performing
Dee-1 granddad was just chilling
While it was storming
That’s how we doing huh
Whether whatever weather before me
Tell ‘em welcome to ATL, the city’s all free
And if you wanna see some titties
Magic City’s on me
What up Mayor? What up playa?
What up Drake? What up haters?
Got the clique in my corner
Just like a stapler
Steady handing out punches just
Like a labeler prom bars
I’m about to start caring about paper
And keep my yells-low like an
EA cartridge for Sega stay Tyler Durden
But leave my job as a waiter
Or keep the bars and be more
Intentional to whom I cater that’s that shit
As conscious as Common Sense
They done let us in door
Go niggas is going in
Whether they throwing folks or
Niggas is throwing fin?
Vic ain’t smoking smokes, my nigga
That so a 10?
Chance got the movie, Ism just got a plaque
We just got a double, niggas just got a fact
Just left album mode with me
And my nigga Trakk
And Drake dropped this shit
Got me thinking ‘bout going back
What the fuck