Lupe Fiasco — Dear Fall

[Intro] Yessir! What up Shinobi? Suzie, what up? As-salaam alaikum, ugh, yeah What up Chi-Town? What up, Westside? What up, everywhere else in the world? Haha! President Carter, what up? [Verse] Dear Fall! You might not know what my album is called It's "Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor" God willing, September is when I plan to fall I mean drop like the temperature Then rock on right through the winter Put something on they mind, give em lines to remember Aw! a lifetime remembered, which is mine Then recorded, put it in Georges then rewind then look into My mis-adventures, adventures into the Underworld Hanging with them Cover Girls, this ain't my enter, nawww On Arista, I coulda been a contender But BMG had a different agenda What up, LA Reid? I still see ya You still my homeboy, won't even charge ya for a feature I went from MC to being MS That's "microphone controller" to "motivational speaker" Niggas... Astaghfirullah, I'm not a prophet But Fahrenheit 1/15 is being quoted by preachers Far from being a leader, but I'm still being invited by teachers With no Hennessy, and no reefer Give him a hand, I came from hand-me-down sneakers And I don't wanna boast or brag But for what most niggas hope, a nigga done had Chop game with my folk and split it in half You ain't gotta bring it back tomorrow, a nigga can have Rich or broke, a nigga ain't mad Self-esteem will make a Regal ride like a Silver Seraph Just wipe the french fries off the seat Lean back, and I tilt my hat, uh! And nod my head to the baseline Freebase to the 8 times at Baseline watching Jay put it together I wonder if he knew While he was mumbling that this would push Lupe forever Together, with the FNF crew Atlantic on post, proudly present to you, uh! Some new, something fresh, something different A lil to the left, a lil upliftin' A lil good game, a lil hustlin' in it Some SB Nikes, some nice crushed linen Don't forget the skateboard, of course, the nice women Can I get a mic check? And a lil light dimming? And a fresh bottle of Voss, maybe with some light lemon? And you gotta blame my momma for the lil light-skinning And this ain't written, I swear, Autumn I was just recording 'em as I thought em A YG, FNF U-P 23-year-old VP With a flow like Laudanum, that'll getcha sleepy But soon as they nod off, that's when I smelling-salt 'em What up, Madison Street? How they gonna keep us off them? PEACE