[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Diggy, what's good man It's your big brother, Lupe Long time coming It's like the future meets the future, the future Ya heard With some of that laid back light up some of that [? ] [? ] You know some of that make you wonder Make you ponder What's he on Most likely what's beyond ya It's a beautiful thing
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] This gone a fine right See it in my minds eye Black man in a white man's world, blind sight! Sweeter than [? ] pies Look how fast the time flies Where you gonna be when the parties over and the wine dries Yeah we got nine lives But they got nine knives We only get one chance and they get 9 tries Tell you that dimes fly Baby girls a fine price All I see is money when I look inside this dimes eye Life's a bitch I'll be rich if I make her cry Tears of tissue turns to money if you let it dry Increase my work if she get hurt I'll make a fortune if she dies Take her off of that machine I'll benefit from her demise Damn, that's how we are Take a life then buy out the bar So let's celebrate Let's make a toast To succeed in life just make a ghost
[Chorus: Diggy Simmons] Oh yeah [repeated] I got it like They screaming like I can't hear ya, louder I got it like They screaming like Turn it up Oh yeah You hear the crowd They want it now I puts it down, oh yeah Owooh oh yeah yeah Owooh oh yeah yeah Oh yeah oh yeah
[Verse 2: Pharrell] The one metatronic Mind control's sonics Davis and Shapira[? ] if your tryna get me on it Bitches miss me they on it Haters just leave a comment And if how I [? ] make you sick of me. vomit Let me finish my composite As the game change it's interesting how odd the cards get Such a random thing and so ironic I used to oh yeah, trying to defy logic Trying to be the birdy, Jay said it was too early Just trying to tell you what's happening, Shirly I use my gut when my vision gets murky
Help me, but thank you Lord at the same time Mercy Excuse ym french I guess I am not worthy Quietly watch your number like your watch, observe me Often misundertood you often get me wrong Y'all tryna get it in, I'm tryna get it on Life is your wife that keep calling me saying you did it wrong Life don't suck, suck life till her titty gone You niggas mission wrong Plus you misinformed Hanging under assholes you get shitted on
[Chorus: Diggy Simmons] Oh yeah (repeated) I got it like They screaming like I can't hear ya, louder I got it like They screaming like Turn it up Oh yeah You hear the crowd They want it now I puts it down, oh yeah Owooh oh yeah yeah Owooh oh yeah yeah Oh yeah oh yeah
[Verse 3: Diggy Simmons] Uh, ahead of time, sometime like a pre-me And I got the co-sign from the [? ] I don't see none of y'all, you see me Y'all can't see me you Stevie Blow up and I make it look easy Yeah I'm so wack cause I'm on TV If I am such an amateur, when I come around what you panic for? Cause you know I'm hotter than a planets core Hands are sore from writing ice Colder than a winters lighting device My clock is mantle and my timing's tight I know you think Lupe's writing right But I'm this nice, foolish thoughts Got more class than a school is taught You haters talk out your cheeks I call it [? ] I hold it down in the streets I rep that New York Just a young-un that's doing his thing So why are you distraught I got you buster's so gusted Cause I wasn't so much [? ] [? ] Don't watch me, w