[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco] Uhh, Food & Liquor Yeah, my man said he wanted somethin' real Real, real, real, real Somethin' he could recognize, somethin' he could feel Feel, feel, feel, feel Baby girl said she was in the mood for somethin' real Real, real, real, real Somethin' that could make her move, somethin' she could feel Feel, feel, feel, feel
[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco] Lusssst... sometimes can override trusssst She said that's why she gave it up My man said blood spilled out of everything he tou-chhhhed He crushed everything, he crushed Ruined everything he loved, he just wanted the rushhhhh Blamed it on the times bein' rough Doin' dirt with the devil, chasin' after the dusssst Make a fussss, if it's them, but we hushhh, if it's us
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green] That's why... my mama said she wanted somethin' real Real, real, real, real Somethin' she could be proud of, somethin she could feel Feel, feel, feel, feel She said "They so used to not havin nothin' real Real, real, real, real That they don't know how to act, they don't know how to feel Feel, feel, feel, feel
[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco] Lifffffe... ain't meant to come around twiiiice That's why I gotta get it right They said I got it honest, now I gotta give it light But sleep on it, that's why God give you night I mean, I had a dream that, God gave me flight Too fly for my own good, so God gave me plight If I wake up in the mornin, now I gotta give 'em sight Make 'em see, break 'em free, ain't a G, sho' you right
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green] The game is not to give 'em nothin' real Real, real, real, real Nothing that they can use, nothing that they could feel Feel, feel, feel, feel Give 'em a bunch of lies and teach 'em that it's real Real, real, real, real So that's all that they'll know, that's all that they'll feel Feel, feel, feel, feel
[Verse #3: Lupe Fiasco] Struggle... another sign that God love you Cause on the low, bein po', makes you humble Keep they names in my rhymes to try and keep 'em out of trouble Cause bein po', also teach you how to hustle All they want is some shoes or some rims for they bubble Now that I got my own, I can hit 'em with a couple Cuff, my homies so they ain't got no reason to cuff you That's my plan, if I can, on the man up above you
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green] That's why... I gotta give 'em somethin' real Real, real, real, real, real Somethin' they could recognize, somethin they could feel Feel, feel, feel, feel To my homies on the block, I gotta give 'em somethin' real Real, real, real, real Somethin' that'll make 'em stop, somethin' they can feel Feel, feel, feel, feel
[Lupe Fiasco] Yo! FNF UP! Real, really real Yeah! Know what it is Woo! Baby girl said she was in the mood for somethin' real