Lupe Fiasco - Fah Real lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lupe Fiasco - Fah Real lyrics]
My heat too hard, I'm scarin' 'em
Forreal, not only holding we bust
Err'Day in the street my heat too hard
I'm scarin' 'em
Forreal, not only holding we bust
Err'Day in the street my heat too hard
I'm scarin' 'em
Forreal, not only holding we bust
I'm a pimped out nigga that walk with canes
Talk with slang
Who ball from New York to Spain
Here's the issues
Pistols next to what I piss through
I speak, get it clear like lalique crystals
Keep a vigil
Your peeps want me to sleep where the fish do
So when I sleep I keep my
Eyes open like a fish do
So official, he's a gift too
Give to them who what?
Wanna see me in hell like breathin' in
With nines to blow my mind like Eve and Gwen
Don't speak to him
(Ah) , he get offended by words (Haha)
And send in them birds to get him disturbed
While they got in their cars
And protectin' their pockets like
Revenge of The Nerd, ob-serve
Games I play no like injured ankle
Pulled hamstring glass half empty
But full canteen
They always wanna rub you off
When you lamping but
It's the young capital, L-U from the Avenue
Brush natural in suttin' plus casual
Lay a mac to get the mackerel, hush mad atchu
Plus bullet stack crush clavicle
And other bones run up in ya mother homes
Still in the office hustle on
I got the forte of a young
Boston Jorge who want horse play?
Thorough Breds wit colt 45's in a Porsche
Bring it to your doorway
We all from the streets
But, you do it the Broadway
You know? The kid handle who toys better
You better play right like
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Never, change when I'm back at the source
Niggas chains in the back of the Source
So I gotta watch for that rob report
Rock watches out the Robb Report
And cop copper out the cop revolver
This the nigga that, push lambs in brook land
Party with thieves
Keep geneves at inner in the sleeve
And cook grams, you wanna see me oxed up
Propped up judge cotched up over my cases
Me and K Swiss, please
Small drop for the races
Rocks for the bracelets
Glocks for the waist
You ain't want what I pulled out
The dressing draw
Get pulled out like dresser draws
Now undress till you draw, raw salmonella
40 cal carrera
Excel-or, right on top like umbrella
Wait young fella
Hold your horses like Trojan forces
Of course this is
Scarriets, ya'll sweet like chariots
I move work like Marriotts, still pimpin'
Hustlin' in the same
Clothes like the Simpsons
Niggas keep your distance
Forreal, not only holding we bust
Err'Day in the street my heat too hard
I'm scarin' 'em
Forreal, not only holding we bust
Err'Day in the street my heat too hard
I'm scarin' 'em
Forreal, not only holding we bust
I'm a pimped out nigga that walk with canes
Talk with slang
Who ball from New York to Spain
Here's the issues
Pistols next to what I piss through
I speak, get it clear like lalique crystals
Keep a vigil
Your peeps want me to sleep where the fish do
So when I sleep I keep my
Eyes open like a fish do
So official, he's a gift too
Give to them who what?
Wanna see me in hell like breathin' in
With nines to blow my mind like Eve and Gwen
Don't speak to him
(Ah) , he get offended by words (Haha)
And send in them birds to get him disturbed
While they got in their cars
And protectin' their pockets like
Revenge of The Nerd, ob-serve
Games I play no like injured ankle
Pulled hamstring glass half empty
But full canteen
They always wanna rub you off
When you lamping but
It's the young capital, L-U from the Avenue
Brush natural in suttin' plus casual
Lay a mac to get the mackerel, hush mad atchu
Plus bullet stack crush clavicle
And other bones run up in ya mother homes
Still in the office hustle on
I got the forte of a young
Boston Jorge who want horse play?
Thorough Breds wit colt 45's in a Porsche
Bring it to your doorway
We all from the streets
But, you do it the Broadway
You know? The kid handle who toys better
You better play right like
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Never, change when I'm back at the source
Niggas chains in the back of the Source
So I gotta watch for that rob report
Rock watches out the Robb Report
And cop copper out the cop revolver
This the nigga that, push lambs in brook land
Party with thieves
Keep geneves at inner in the sleeve
And cook grams, you wanna see me oxed up
Propped up judge cotched up over my cases
Me and K Swiss, please
Small drop for the races
Rocks for the bracelets
Glocks for the waist
You ain't want what I pulled out
The dressing draw
Get pulled out like dresser draws
Now undress till you draw, raw salmonella
40 cal carrera
Excel-or, right on top like umbrella
Wait young fella
Hold your horses like Trojan forces
Of course this is
Scarriets, ya'll sweet like chariots
I move work like Marriotts, still pimpin'
Hustlin' in the same
Clothes like the Simpsons
Niggas keep your distance