Diet Soda Poetry Lupe Fiasco

[Part 1]

[Intro]
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]
On the phone speaking in code
Sneaky niggas want a piece of your soul
It’s like the conversation change when I’m speaking in goals
And they don’t understand when I speak the creole
Being see sweet don’t mean you think that they hoes
Being C-Suite mean the seat that you chosed
It’s elite, you ain’t gotta speak cause it shows
My skillset freakier than Bohemian Grove
Baby blood only cause the mama brim
Ahead of my time, used to talk to my mama friends
Condolences to the Bakers
Tragedy bring us back together right after it break us
Casualty will always make us neighbors
Jordan made me Bull, but Kobe made me a Laker
Lee Scratch pass, know they crying in Jamaica
The boy stay blessed like the wine with the wafer
Live by my grind like the shaker
Mind my behavior
I park the car for the valet, set the table for the waiters
Totally self sufficient with a whole lot of favors, yeah