Lupe Fiasco, The Game - Skate On lyrics

Where the Almighty know, well alrighty then
I'm all mighty ho call me mighty Joe Quinn
With Josephine Baker in the Benz
On them shiny toes
Glass slipper niggas with
Your Cinderalla shins
I'm a shark in the water
You see my flippers and my fins
The pool is my palace go
And send them niggas in
Rockstar, let's take the Bentley for a swim
I run the world take your hood to the gym
Stretch it all out, get it all thin
Back on my fat shit get it all again
Rap on my back bitch, hip hop on my brim
You think you're high now
Well thy style's no higher than my eyebrows
This should be a sin
Cleanse, flow clear kinda like how air look
Or like a Cinderella pair look
Or like Cinderella barefoot


No matter how many ankles of crews
The moral of the story: you
Can't fill my shoes
Lu!

(Mass murderer)
And in the last verse from Lupe, touche
Ferrari drop top, but it came with a toupee
Niggas say they got cars like us
But do they?
Rap Phantoms, pack tannoms and strippers from
Atlanta, ménage à trois let em fuck, I watch
Stay on
My j-o, only when I'm punchin' the clock
Up
On the block, everything mine
I stay on my grind
Chasin' dollar signs, bumpin' Nas
It's halftime
And I'm the G-A, money
Signs it's easy nigga
Don't
Want shit for free but weezy nigga
Load the Glock up
Cops pop up, you can go to Iraq
Take all the straps
Come back and couldn't stop us
Aston with the
Top jush, paint job, rock dust
Hand with what I got
In the trunk will get us all locked up
So fuck niggas
And I'm talkin' from behind the trigga
Now come
Get a nigga, cus I'm of niggas

Hatin' on me, you wastin' your time
Nigga wanna kill me? Then go
And stand in that line
Kill that shit, I ain't tryna hear that shit

So nigga
Skate on, skate on (Whatchu gon do?)
Skate on, skate on (Lupe tell em nigga)
S-S-Skate on, skate on
Me and my niggas tryna stay on, skate on

Usually wake up early like them Philly niggas
In the weed spot rolling kush
A-R go get Philly nigga
First smoke a not, we swimming it hard rock
We push it out all spots 'till
They get us up off blocks
Straight for the bout pots
Then bag it in in Banglocks
Watch for the top cops cus
We nourish our own crops
Smoke it like blood clops
Inside of the drug spot
Will take em to Van Gundy
Big man on the block
Don't worry bout my residentials
Or my credentials
My flow will cocktail
Through a Def Jam window
That's for Shekyan
I'm the rapper niggas fear
No need for Craig Mack to kick
The flava in ya ear
Keep the Lambo in fifth gear
Catch me on a sunny
Day, paint drippin' like Lil
Weezy in Baby tears
King of LA I think I made it clear
Ain't nobody outselling 5
It's a Eminem or Dre n shit

Now I've been rappin' for 9 years, 4 months
45, 46, 47 seconds
I was Doctor Dre's weapon
Had the option to stay and kept swerving
Make some rookie mistakes but
So did Kyrie Irving
If Fifty was Lebron on a bad night
Or Floyd Mayweather
When many packi out did his jab right
I fucked a
Bad bitch but that was last night
And I ain't gon' say
No names but she was singing
And her ass tight
This year I'm gettin' my cash right
30 years old
Let Drake or Soulja Boy live fast life
Who ever said
The Game wack, change that
(be) fore the thing claps
Niggas fucked up rap, I bought the flame back
Couple albums later, still the same cat
And my P-O
Only motherfucker thinkin' that
I ain't strapped
Next time you doubt me
I'm a have my accountin' down
Southny, we can do this rap shit without me
I'm out G, and if 2011 Audi
Twenty two parral leaf
Oils up like the Saudi's
Bout to pick new broad from the hotel
Yo Pharrell, let em know