Fashawn - Yes Indeed lyrics

[Verse 1: Fashawn] With hopes of one day owning a yacht, drop an O on the block Get low from the cops, y'all know I been hot Since 1st Street, over 20 deep in the spot See what the turf breeds, black sheep, bad seeds I had steez, since the days of baggy jeans Tall tees, oversized caps, that was me Gradually, I get some clothes that fit Guess I changed my style, let me see, that's it It was the G's, the trips, overseas, the chicks Stopped squeezing the pen and started deleting my friends Foes, numbers out of my Blackberry Bold Unplug the phone, I don't want to be reached In deep, close my eyes and let my pen dream You couldn't scribble a better scenery As I paid my dues, some paid cash, I caught fire They got ga**ed, I just laughed [Hook] The man on the bottom finally made it to the top I'm just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they shocked The underdog finally made it to the top I'm just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they hot [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Opus of a ghetto boy, the realest Snatch my strings from Geppetto's ploys, plots, and schemes Steadily intervene, to feel them ring And a n***a ill, like Mr. Clean From Philly to Philistine If you feel it, feel esteemed I'm a delicate, intricate, full of green Decorated soldier, militant since a teen Roll like the heads of kings from guillotines Where boys from the hood and girls from [?] The company I keep keep me comfortably in team In tune with the times that we currently [?] Both sides of the story, I'm reporting from between Yes, and this pursuit is the proof And representative of my Midwest roots Coming home to roost with a great big bowl of the soul's chicken noodle soup You can call me Lupe, I keep you in the loop (ayy) Keep you in the news, to keep you out the noose Mister Fabby Davis, your mama has arrived Salutations to The Bay, Mac Dre is alive [Hook] The man on the bottom finally made it to the top I'm just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they shocked The underdog finally made it to the top I'm just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they hot [Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.] Hey look I started from the bottom now I'm here Hey but I really started in the rear In the back like where them crackers wanted Rosa to sit But out the park I arose from the bench I'm the phoenix, I arose from the pit And my clothes didn't fit, and my shows wasn't thick, and my flows didn't spit I was rambling words, not making any sense I was stuck on the curb with a pocket full of lint But mama look at me now, little Stan is the man And people go out they way to take pictures and shake my hand I could run for mayor and possibly even win Liberty is a little me with your gram Smile mama, smile mama, you can rest in peace Just wanted to make you happy, now mama just look at me I'm doing songs with Lupe, oh it's a new day Remember me, Clyde Carson, and Balance was the new Bay? Road trips with Gary Archer, arguing with D-Ray Now it's million dollar deals, my lawyer closing on a threeway Mama, remember we used to hit the Warriors game? Now they won it all and I was sitting by LeBron James Lebron James, Lebron James Front row Fabby