Fire (Unreleased) Lupe Fiasco

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[Verse 1]
Fiasco thats my name don't wear it out
Especially in front of feds who want to know my where-abouts
Where the house and his stash-box at
How he live where he is who he flash Glocks at
And them hurt play boys drop all types of change so we gotta dog-fight all night with the range its all right
You know I be the all time small nine carrier all across America, quick to bury ya
Who done pulled out more babies than Heathcliff Huxtable
He is W, A-S with the A-R and the L-S with the V-S and his ch-arm kids jealous they get pellets
Buck shots and what not
Who tough top get stuck in they mouth like gum-drops
These niggas think they're immune but I got chick-booms that will put them in tribunes, resume

[Verse 2]
Niggas taking mine not permissible. On visual gon' be physical. Niggas don't believe in God make them spiritual
He make it out that whip it's a miracle
No salad dressing just dress him in his best and bless him I said it so I meant it
I take it if its local Fed-Ex or if it's distant
The business
Mostly sold to the block
Only told to my pops
Only for if its a lot the Glocks And the watch I dropped
Sealing when I'm peeling
Shop Neimans by the season for the freaks them
Two pair of jeans and decent
Niggas praying I don't see em
MC's is praying I don't see em
I'm franchise now
They just playing for the season
I'mma have shoes next year the way I do this here
I dominate they domino
It's common though typically, lyrically catch yourself slipping with me