Lupe Fiasco - Real Recognize Real (Pills) lyrics

Helicopter propellers
"Well, the first thing I want to say is" (Uh)

They say real recognize real
The dollar bill will exercise our ills e
Frauds is thoroughly camouflaged
And fatigued in the field
Be careful who you believe
The pills is dealed like flaccid
Proceeds go towards the buyin'
Of Caprice Classics
With the wheels to match it
So they can mack it
Like an automatic weapon, steppin'
Off into traffic, like
"Check him
" tears roll down the eyes of the rides
Inside of a funeral procession, here lies
Wit' Xs in his eyes, the unguided misdirected
Squad cars roll past and laugh

Out there out there (Uh)
Hahaha uh

They say the streets is a demon in a dress
With dollar signs in her eyes
And semen on her breath, uh
Scantly clad, no panties
Deep throatin' in an alley
Agin' badly, in sunglasses, she pretty
Slain boyfriend names is tattooed
On her titties
Sprinklin' greed, ignorance, and envy
Inside of a Phillie, uh
Hennessey tears, ass'll bring ya enemies here
Flirt wit'cha flaws 'til you run
Up in her raw

You'll be out there (Uh) out there ()
Out there () and they say
Uh

They say the game has the belly of a beast
Blunts for fingers and hollow tips for teeth
Wiretaps for ears Nike Airs for feet
Blasphemy for prayers the system for a heart
Rap music for beats heroin for a son
And it's married to the streets
Crack pipes for lungs
And he never sleeps, just spies
With dice in his eyes
Loves life, 'cause he likes when it dies
With a bakin' soda soul, he cough up pleasure
Clothes made out of dollar bills
That he sewed together (Uh)
He knows, he's clever, jail is his house
All the liquor that's poured out
Goes right in his mouth
Rides around on a stray
Bullet with prostitutes pimps, dope dealers
And killers tied to it to pull it (Uh)
A TV in his head
Strippers slide down his legs
And he's known to ride around with the Feds
He's

You'll be out there out there
Out there uh

But
Righteousness is a father teachin' his kids
That what's better than wealth
Is the respect in the self
A pistol packin' old lady standin' up
To the dope dealers on the block
Makin' sure her presence is felt
A teacher teachin' that thinkin' is cool
Listen, before you mention "not lettin'
School turn 'em into fools"
Keeping God first, Lupe is here
F-N-F up, homie, I'll see you