Lupe Fiasco - The Run Down lyrics

Just give them a lil' run down man
I mean it's a lot it's a lot people
Who hear a lot of stuff
In the streets about you
Give them a little run down

Uh F&F Up (oh) yeah (Uh)
I'm in rare form man (hahawestside)
Yeahmadison born man yeahuh huh Gemini Up
Yeahuh huh Shayla G Up yeahuh huh Pro Up
Yeahuh huh Chilly Mac what!

Career crookin' (yeah catch him)
Watch me Watts, come here Brooklyn
Follow me Houston, see what I'm 'bout
Really South Philly Bank Head keep looking
Uhyou feel me I'm a product of pushing
That was red off whooping
Pull switches off trees
Pull of the leaves like she loves menot
It's hot I couldn't tie a shoe
Move slow like Tai-Chi down the block
Come kick it with me like Kung Fu
Where I hung like noose
They call me young bruce
I cop Jordans pull chickens with these
Please was not odd to work at pa pa
Though I came with a biscuit
Just tryin' a make a mill
I brang in the bidness
Flow like chuch, pulpitted with ease
Pivot and pull from the lines like threes
Gain a better understanding
I'm just tryin' a make it real
Like a fisherman, pon da river fam
I'm pon my bank, deposit my thoughts
Till my mind draws a blank
And I withdraw from checking
I'll leave that with y'all for a second
Give you a minute to let it sink
Didn't I advise baptize?
For them dead presidents
I'll tie a bomb to your brakes
And burn money faster than you learn
You ain't even conserve money
Gave you a second now I return hungry
Period young blood, I return monthly
To bogart like humphrey
Stern, gully, seldom, stumble
Welcome to the jungle like FernGully
Man it's gorillas here
Takes a village to raise a villain here
And you might have to raise his bail
Tryin' a free the whole cartel
I need to raise a million here