Lupe Fiasco - Game Time lyrics

(Verse One: Lupe Fiasco) As I gently pull up on the scene I feel like ammunition for a sling shot I'm trying to get triple sevens on my slot machine And knuckle up with time like a ring watch With no wings, hustle man, sitting in rubber band A Dennis the Menace's weapon of choice with the windows of his soul Dead intended on the tinted windows of a Rolls Broken gla** on the driver's seat of a Royce Now how am I supposed to sit for Mister Wilson Drop a dime Before another penny is spent on this game Before I cough up the cars and invest another thought I walk without my bucket of change But I'm poor, materially speaking so I can't be leaving this casino, with less than a c-note Even if it takes a grand to get it I ride Just to see that my Sedan has been vandalized (Hook: Lupe Fiasco) Game time, don't get caught up in the magic keep your brain right Cause things ain't what they seem like It don't matter what they say just get the name right Now that's L as in little, and U as opposite of me And P as in Pistol and E as in...E Now players say that boy walking like a man Treat you like you fam' and talking like a G (Verse Two: Lupe Fiasco) Now this is art, taylor made Sharp, wrists'll k** razor blades I do my part, chill like barber of Seville Homie, it's like I'm paid to fade Turn around and pay my dues with the wages made Then I tip like what a waitress paid I'm a ghetto super star Hand prints chillin' and my name written where the pavement lay Turn around and place my shoes where the name engraved Then my game is played, 'till I'm rain delayed Now thats my zone, far from an actor homes Like a star map, this a G talking like Sesame Street Referee the beats that I'm rapping on They trying to de-rail my train of thought But I'm Bruce Willis, ya'll don't feel it While you break yourself like a car jack This is hard black, like where my palms at (Hook) (Verse Three: Lupe Fiasco) Now back to my scrap with time My tat with the tickin', I make my fists Wrap my wrist, leave the ring on, I could never get enough Punch my clock Clock my grip n***as tryin' to pull my card, stop my shift Shift me to that graveyard and knock my hustle They hope I Domino and free up my delivery And at the same time mark my magnificence I'm just trying to do the opposite of left As long as there is the opposite of d**h You test, and I might just bring the opposite of life Till there's no one the opposite of right Check! As you bop down writer's block and can't find it... I address, I correct You a dress, I'm a pair of pants I'm a Motorola, you just a pair of cans Couple Coca Colas and a string Playa I'm 'bout my green like Martian's skin A sinner on a side-walk They Wavin' to from the floats in a parade The Saint's Go Marchin' In