Lupe Fiasco — Real Recognize Real Pills

[Intro] *Helicopter propellers* "Well, the first thing I want to say is" (Uh) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] They say real recognize real The dollar bill will exercise our ills... E Frauds is thoroughly camouflaged And fatigued in the field, be careful who you believe The pills is dealed like flaccid Proceeds go towards the buyin' of Caprice Classics With the wheels to match it, so they can mack it Like an automatic weapon, steppin' off into traffic, like "Check him," tears roll down the eyes of the rides Inside of a funeral procession, here lies Wit' Xs in his eyes, the unguided misdirected Squad cars roll past and laugh [Chorus: Willie Hutch, Lupe Fiasco] Out there Out there (Uh) [?], hahaha Uh [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] They say the streets is a demon in a dress With dollar signs in her eyes and semen on her breath, uh Scantly clad, no panties, deep throatin' in an alley Agin' badly, in sunglasses, she pretty Slain boyfriend names is tattooed on her titties Sprinklin' greed, ignorance, and envy inside of a Phillie, uh Hennessey tears, ass'll bring ya enemies here Flirt wit'cha flaws 'til you run up in her raw [Chorus: Willie Hutch, Lupe Fiasco] You'll be out there (Uh) Out there ([?]) Out there ([?]) And they say Uh [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] They say the game has the belly of a beast Blunts for fingers and hollow tips for teeth Wiretaps for ears; Nike Airs for feet Blasphemy for prayers; the system for a heart Rap music for beats; heroin for a son And it's married to the streets; crack pipes for lungs And he never sleeps, just spies, with dice in his eyes Loves life, 'cause he likes when it dies With a bakin' soda soul, he cough up pleasure Clothes made out of dollar bills that he sewed together (Uh) He knows, he's clever, jail is his house All the liquor that's poured out, goes right in his mouth Rides around on a stray bullet; with prostitutes Pimps, dope dealers, and killers tied to it to pull it (Uh) A TV in his head, strippers slide down his legs And he's known to ride around with the Feds, he's... [Chorus: Willie Hutch, Lupe Fiasco, Willie Hutch, Lupe Fiasco ] You'll be out there Out there Out there Uh [Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco] But Righteousness is a father teachin' his kids That what's better than wealth, is the respect in the self A pistol-packin' old lady standin' up To the dope dealers on the block, makin' sure her presence is felt A teacher teachin' that thinkin' is cool Listen, before you mention "not lettin' school turn 'em into fools" Keeping God first, Lupe is here F-N-F up, homie, I'll see you


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