Lupe Fiasco - The After Life lyrics

Give me my doughs, with semi-autos And many Glock fo's in they Fendi ponchos Kissimmee saint cloud condos You want it pronto You hit it on the head like congos My auto garage is Like that of Malik el-Shabazz hodges Those that choose not to dodge us Bullet lodges Like water buffalo better get Hustler ettiquette Move rocks like Frederick And your dames I entertain Like my first name Cederick Like Max Julien how I Macks julie 'em Or any other chicken that listens for more than 40 seconds Me and shorty steppin, left in the dust is the previous player who Game wasn't up to par with thus such as ours See thats where the jealousy starts, the ice grills begin and the weaponry sparks So I'm forced to keep a gun up in the drawers and a, vest tight like a woman wit some balls Pause... never n***as stall like public bathrooms I move fast, while they a**ume Positions I be splittin and gettin gone They wanna take me off the wicker throne that I sit upon Like Huey Newton but Luey shootin in Louis vutton, movie viewin, hoochie doin' Hit a chick, similar to Lucy Liu an' only Cuban Transmittin, these ghetto laws like the transitions See the h**n that my man siftin' I move it to d**h Like my hands spittin, from my lungs to my tounge to my gums to the guns that my hands liftin Stay riffin Mercedez Benz sedan whippin Extra heavy coppin, set up every block and buy out every bag of plastic wrap saran rippin n***a, n***a... yeeeah!