[Intro: HusL & Lupe Fiasco]
We're gonna try to do this whole thing in one take
Just cause Lupe is that legendary
Go on ahead and give a round of applause to the illest to ever fuckin' work with the words
I'm beamin
[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
They said my future was dark
See me now
Just look around
I'm beamin
They used to talk (We are)
When I wasn't around (LASERS)
See me now (We're not)
I'm beamin (Losers)
[Verse 1: HusL]
I hear em talk a little
Man, they ain't saying much
I turn my hooks around
So now they uppercuts
I caught you with what's catchy--ground and pound until yo speakers bust
Make demons commit treason--getting high on lines of angel dust
My angle's up--I'm flyer than the corners that you cut
To curve me, you'd have to serve me something that I've plucked
Got a basket full of super feathers
Writin' spells with super letters
Two propellers, Lu’s Carreras, overlooking shady weather
SLR whippin'
With idle time, I'm driven
Fiascoes I've written from hearing Fiasco spit em
I don't idolize, but this nigga is top of the totem
I hope I never die, but if I do
Tell him "I told him"
Luxury rolling, open ocean flowing
Floating skies that I'm upholding
Goaling points, not gloating
But, I am holding on to my scrotum
Holding my nuts
Indecently draining deficiencies
The fish and seas reside in my (closed parentheses)
We're gonna try to do this whole thing in one take
Just cause Lupe is that legendary
Go on ahead and give a round of applause to the illest to ever fuckin' work with the words
I'm beamin
[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
They said my future was dark
See me now
Just look around
I'm beamin
They used to talk (We are)
When I wasn't around (LASERS)
See me now (We're not)
I'm beamin (Losers)
[Verse 1: HusL]
I hear em talk a little
Man, they ain't saying much
I turn my hooks around
So now they uppercuts
I caught you with what's catchy--ground and pound until yo speakers bust
Make demons commit treason--getting high on lines of angel dust
My angle's up--I'm flyer than the corners that you cut
To curve me, you'd have to serve me something that I've plucked
Got a basket full of super feathers
Writin' spells with super letters
Two propellers, Lu’s Carreras, overlooking shady weather
SLR whippin'
With idle time, I'm driven
Fiascoes I've written from hearing Fiasco spit em
I don't idolize, but this nigga is top of the totem
I hope I never die, but if I do
Tell him "I told him"
Luxury rolling, open ocean flowing
Floating skies that I'm upholding
Goaling points, not gloating
But, I am holding on to my scrotum
Holding my nuts
Indecently draining deficiencies
The fish and seas reside in my (closed parentheses)
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