Lupe Fiasco — Left To Right

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Left to right [Verse] Niggas gather round, we about to feast Boy, get your hands off the table, you can have a seat Blood won’t you talk to your homie, think he in on it? Hold up, I ain't got nothing to do with it, I put 10 on it Yea, playboy got the shank, he gon' poke him up, ayy Don’t be talkin’ behind my back, say that to both of us Look, middleman chillin', say somebody gon' kill him What? We been with you since day one, from here to the ceiling Wait, wait, back, back, both of y’all get out your feelings Eh, whatchu tryna say? Big man, why you trippin’? We can’t cross you, you know that’s the Lord, that’s religion Ain’t no flaw in our mission, why you think somebody snitching? Yeah, police probably canvassed it but that don’t mean they planned the hit Cuzzo like, "Who’s man is this?" We running with a pacifist I see y’all in that corner like y’all plotting on and planning shit Thought y’all was a fan of this, I put y’all in my manuscripts Evangelists [Bridge] Hey, look at what I gave you, enough bread to go around I told you I can save you, my head will bear the crown But you tried to slay me and play me like a clown I was gonna pick you up, you wanna lay me down [Chorus] Last supper, at that last supper At that last supper Last supper, man, that last supper Man, that last supper