Lupe Fiasco - The After Life lyrics

Give me my doughs, with semi-autos
And many Glock fo's in they Fendi ponchos
Kissimmee saint cloud condos
You want it pronto
You hit it on the head like congos
My auto garage is
Like that of Malik el-Shabazz hodges
Those that choose not to dodge us
Bullet lodges like water buffalo better get
Hustler ettiquette move rocks like Frederick
And your dames I entertain

Like my first name Cederick
Like Max Julien how I Macks julie 'em
Or any other chicken that listens
For more than 40 seconds
Me and shorty steppin
Left in the dust is the previous player who
Game wasn't up to par with thus such as ours
See thats where the jealousy starts
The ice grills begin and the weaponry sparks
So I'm forced to keep a gun
Up in the drawers and a
Vest tight like a woman wit some balls
Pause never

Niggas stall like public bathrooms
I move fast, while they assume
Positions I be splittin and gettin gone
They wanna take me off the wicker
Throne that I sit upon
Like Huey Newton but Luey shootin
In Louis vutton, movie viewin, hoochie doin'
Hit a chick
Similar to Lucy Liu an' only Cuban
Transmittin, these ghetto laws
Like the transitions

See the heroin that my man siftin'
I move it to death like my hands spittin
From my lungs to my tounge to my gums
To the guns that my hands liftin
Stay riffin Mercedez Benz sedan whippin
Extra heavy coppin
Set up every block and buy out every
Bag of plastic wrap saran rippin
Nigga, nigga yeeeah!