Lupe Fiasco — BBQ CHICKEN THIGHS

[Intro] Driven, yea Track what up baby? What's today? It's just, you know Just push to express, you know? [Verse 1] Introspect, internet Get a guppy, you just in a net Him a vet might fix a puppy, smooth Feels like chicken chutney in the neck See, this isn't that it's a different threat It's distant, you'll find yourself trippin on a different set We don't mix and mesh, mix and match You gotta flip the script this isn't act Nor pat, veteran not veterinarian No holy water? then presbyterian dairy then Strippin stacks, pussy on the pole like missing cats Where mister whiskers at? What's that? Poles of guns Stacks of sеrial numbers, they getting scratchеd Like give to backs and get it back Came with different strats we spittin facts all in the cracks Still real even when fiction's spat Hit the mat your Jujutsu wack I'm Malcolm X with the temple tap Money talks credentials chat Simple raps, if I give you Shaq' the rim will crack Then we can't even ball no more Vlad won't even let a nigga call no more, damn It's like everybody wants me switched and replaced Lose the joy male strip I'll still put a dick in your face Like slam dunks Out of work, chaturbatin, ex-rappin, man hunk With all my bods in handfuffs Old woman paid to pull his pants up very slowly as he stand up Haha, comedy shit And i'll calm yo ass down like lobotomy sticks Steal a nigga will like a robbery whip Battle rappers be like ah ah Switch the style up, emphasize the end rhymes and Get your growls up, nigga like me will wash a nigga Then pick the towels up, look back down, pick the tiles up Reach through the floor grab the pipes and lift the house (yup) Now, that's clearly hyperbole In real life i can take a real knife, certainly And throw it real nice and take a Glock 19 And keep my bullet circles real tight I'm talking holes through the same hole Fruit ninja, oranges and mangoes I will slice them shits Put the video on IG and watch you like them shits Real talk, simple preachers The most to lose leave us The black ghost of Tsushima I make genghis falls like losin jengas Livin limosine scene that'll make a tina move from abusive singers Real talk man the truth'll sting us Dope fiends loot the leaners salute the slingers Prostitution, the cops won't move a finger Except to shoot and make us choose between us Test your loyalty, arrested royalty Won't king us but will make us rich The mental acrobatics will make you flip The fact you ain't figured that out should make you sick Ah, but that's how the game goes I just want flying cars so I can Put a benz in the sky like rainbows And get a gold ak-47 with diamonds in my aim holes Tell them niggas i'm like three Jay-Z's I know my lines by heart like EKGs I know you want me gone but we can't leave Sincerely yours Mr. RAT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT Traaaakk!