Lupe Fiasco - Trials and Tribulations lyrics

[Intro] Yeah F-N-F up Through all the trials and the tribulations And the storms Yeah We're still here You know what I'm saying? Gemini Lupe Fresh from the reigns of the police This has been brought to you by genocide Sponsored by crack We ain't going nowhere Record your operation with guns [Verse 1] They couldn't believe how I took jargon Made it describe how I push hard in Through the streets, and at the same time I was pushing the margins So far to the left that I ended up writing on my desk Yes, I'm from a concrete jungle, that'll make your set look like bush gardens test Who wanna touch the Juan Don, Von Dutch n***as want none trust, please believe I don't give a damn how ga**ed up or eager he is It started won't stop, who don't Want us to blow like bomb squad well fire on guard It's Lupe touche Coup de Grâce, now put them in the trunk like the roofs are our cars Yeah, rappers is like Sonny When I'm up in the booths with my bars A mind full of poison, a mouth full of flu and a lung full of SARS Fresh from the mayonnaise jar Prepared to bring you down reach your razor blade's pause [Interlude] [Verse 2] But it wasn't easy to crack it, we wasn't fly Had to get it off the ground pedaling E.T. was in the basket, now it's sick 1st and 5th bought to come up like the last bullet in the clip Click, a few didn't survive It triggered something inside that gave me power, got a grip Like the floor of the shower, now I hit Anything that I set my sights on, no lights on Silence is my 5th plead the 5th I don't need a Japanese flag, Vash the Stampede of hip-hop, straight from the hip Bang, no matter how the enemy bolsters I'm going to hold us down like the holdsters right up on my shoulders Clappers, why don't you wait some more Fire, it ain't safe no more co*ks**ers pull backwards I pull faster it's master I haven't turned into guns like MegaTron You just brushed upon the upper echelon Gone [Verse 3] Pac said they won't follow ya if your points is hollow So it made vocal, the ad-lib I bring focal Too bad kid, shed light on troubled youth Fed, egg rice and noodle soups Explain all their rules and roots But not enough to incriminate Just enough to demonstrate Why they're confused as youths Are easily amused and and consumed with hoops Bodily accused and refused the truth Followers, easily subdued by flukes Swallowers, of anything the bandwagon hands them Well listen to me, telling them to listen to me Refuse my rules is ? scoop I'm finna take you to my zone Take you to my home, please remove your boots Not the spook who sat by the door But Lu' who slept on the floor That you stepped over all these years, waking up, coming back for yours