Skate On The Game (Ft. Lupe Fiasco)

[Intro: The Game]
Lupe and me, red Ferrari
2010 infinity

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Where the Almighty know, well alrighty then
I'm all mighty ho call me mighty Joe Quinn
With Josephine Baker in the Benz
On them shiny toes, glass slipper niggas with your Cinderalla chins
I'm a shark in the water, you see my flippers and my fins
The pool is my palace, go and send them niggas in
Rockstar, lets take the Bentley for a swim
I run the world take your hood to the gym
Stretch it all out, get it all thin
Back on my fat shit get it all again
Rap on my back bitch, hip hop on my brim
You think you're high now
Well thy style's no higher than my eyebrows, this should be a sin
Cleanse, flow clear kinda like how air look
Or like a Cinderella pair look
Or like Cinderella barefoot
No matter how many ankles of crews
The moral of the story, you can't fill my shoes
Lu!

[Verse 2: The Game]
(Mass murderer!)
And in the last verse from Lupe, touché
Ferrari drop top, but it came with a toupee
Niggas say they got cars like us, but do they?
Rap Phantoms, pack tannoms and strippers from Atlanta
Ménage à trois let 'em fuck, I watch
Stay on my J-O, Rolie when I'm punching the clock
Up on the block, everything mine, I stay on my grind
Chasing dollar signs, bumping Nas, it's halftime
And I'm the G-A, money signs, easy nigga
Don't want shit for free but weezy nigga
Load the Glock up, cops pop up
You can go to Iraq, take all the straps, come back and couldn't stop us
Aston with the top kush, paint job rock dust
Hand what I got in the trunk and get us all locked up
So fuck niggas and I'm talking from behind the trigger
Now come get a nigga, cause I'm sick of niggas