Lupe Fiasco - Left To Right lyrics

Yeah, yeah left to right
Niggas gather round, we about to feast
Boy, get your hands off the table
You can have a seat
Blood won’t you talk to your homie
Think he in on it?
Hold up, I ain't got nothing to do with it
I put 10 on it
Yea, playboy got the shank, he
Gon' poke him up, ayy
Don’t be talkin’ behind my back
Say that to both of us
Look, middleman chillin'
Say somebody gon' kill him
What? We been with you since day one
From here to the ceiling
Wait, wait, back, back

Both of y’all get out your feelings
Eh, whatchu tryna say? Big man
Why you trippin’?
We can’t cross you, you know that’s the Lord
That’s religion
Ain’t no flaw in our mission
Why you think somebody snitching?
Yeah, police probably canvassed it but that
Don’t mean they planned the hit cuzzo like
"Who’s man is this?" We
Running with a pacifist
I see y’all in that corner like
Y’all plotting on and planning shit
Thought y’all was a fan of this
I put y’all in my manuscripts evangelists

Hey, look at what I gave you
Enough bread to go around
I told you I can save you
My head will bear the crown
But, you tried to slay me and
Play me like a clown
I was gonna pick you up
You wanna lay me down

Last supper, at that last supper
At that last supper
Last supper, man, that last supper
Man, that last supper