Lupe Fiasco

[fox69]

"Lupe Back"

"Lupe Back"


Yield, to the forces of darkness
I bring you the torches of our shit
Reinforced with hardness of Wolverine’s
Arms with the harshness and overall sharpness
Now how far do the arms get?
My nigga, from the stars to the starfish
From the baby to the bomb
It’s a whole lot of light and a whole lot of armlift
My arms long, but I’m lawless
A strong arm, I can lift up all this
You gon’ have to build a bigger farm for us
To keep them wolves out of Old MacDonald barn, bitch
Yeah, Team Jacob
We’re long armed, put my arms on a lear
Everytime I put my hands in the air
Watch the throne as I dance in the chair
Throw my crown in the crowd, hope it lands on the heir
The weak niggas like to pass interfere
Spend a lot of lint over jams in the year
That act like the man up in here
That don’t count when your only real fan is a mirror
That’s subliminal to any nigga that he feel he is too
But you don’t stand a chance, playa
I am there, Chi-Town, fan of the Bears
Love where they dance in the square
Yeah, Yankees too, but only cause Granderson there
And now wears khaki pants on La Brea
We all friends, why your man lookin’ scared?
Turning whiter than Anderson hair
Came out the garage like he saw a phantom in there, huh

Oh shit alert, Louis clothes
Callin women bitches, Louboutin and Gucci shows
Well, I guess there goes my Louis shows
More o shit, if your role model’s a movie role
And if you live your life like it’s a studio
Talkin’ to us like we mics, a bunch of you ain’t do befo’
Electric fences for a urinal
Also keep a toaster in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, call me Wasalu II
Oh shit, man these record labels prostitute you
Strap them to sushi bars, and feed em lots of fugu
Catch a bad piece
You can stick that 360 between your asscheeks
Artists let’s mobilize and unionize like the athletes
Radio is making our craft weak
Forced to repeat the same dumb shit that work
Only as hot as your last beat
And rappers, they relating to that last piece
Album never leave they desk if you don’t got no B.D.S
Sacrifice your publishin’, they said you really need a hook
And they ain’t gon’ pay you, said that you received a look
And what’s stupid real, is what producers feel
Twenty placements or you stuck in that producer deal
And R&B chicks so get it the wildest
All they money goes to hairdressers and stylists
Gotta keep up with that image
Label lose they mind if they ever see a blemish
ProActiv impeals, airbrushers and trainers
Managers suggest you fuck a nigga to be famous, huh
But it’s all entertainment
Wonder when Cobain blew out his brains, did he blame it?
And if those snakes in the industry helped him aim it
Started pressing up records before the bullet left the chamber
I fight evil, everyday I’m livin’
Rest in peace to men, women and the children
And middle fingers to the Pilgrims that killed ‘em
Friend of the People, happy Thanksgiving

 

[fox69]

"Lupe The Killer"

"Lupe The Killer"


Unh! I bring you murder in the first
And even as we speak we gettin further in this verse
With no further adieu I do what I respect
Doom got me stripes like Hamburgler for my work
Ask Lupe the killa, killa, killa, killa
Mercy, he's a mess! So immersed in his murk
He's two thirds submerged below the surface where they surf
This is where I lay it down like a bird givin birth
So call me Lu the giant's goose or just, Faberge paint
Til I'm called back to the shore by the watchers of the bay
I wait, til I come back like a tsunami
Never microwave like the watchers of the weight
I'm wrapped in aluminum foil, I do my dirt like Kwame
Until that same soil bein pushed into my grave
But I'm so ahead of my time, the next day
Might strike oil while I delay, homie I'm so crude
Texas T, haters is so screwed
But I can't fill it like a flathead in a Philips
Don't get it twisted, nigga I'm no tool
More cool than a pool in a blizzard
With ice cubes in it during Christmas
Meanin there's no school, in the misfit
Like I'm throwin a fit
Or I just can't fit it, tidbit too big
It's gotta hem it til it's fresh to death
Dressed to kill it, like unh!

Unh! 187 on my second, I reckon
This is an assault with a deadly session
A soft peace and blessins to the sentence that be reppin
All across in every direction, locality, and section
That know Lupe the killa, killa, killa, killa
Give it how I live it most niggaz won't believe
Or achieve how I did it most niggaz won't recieve
Til I leave and I bereave the secrets of my sickness
How I, flooded the streets like Venice
I've suffered, demanded, withstanded, pimp handed and hustlin
I'm Colonel Mustard with the speech
They ain't catchin me, no suspicions of stickin
No convictions on my rap sheet
I'm so committin lay my murder game, that's sweet
Speakeasy like Prohibition, no emission
If you ain't knockin like me to the underground bar, buryin a toast
Dodgin the raid like roach, nigga please

Unh! I make it give up the ghost
On the trifecta, the third, I differ
Nigga, you ain't heard? My lecture like Lector
Letcha in on a secret, but you can't leak it
Lupe's the killa, killa, killa, killa
Since my entrance, my niggaz had packs
They moved 'em to a trap like Winston
Far from bustas, baby nah
All my homies henchmen
I was the rhymer, my talk went through the walls like Slimer
Or like, eatin vagina
Or, a stray bullet, whichever ways I put it
Crooks was hooked like crooks through neighborhoods I pushed it
Little Caesar niggaz pizzas was like book it
Delivery mean like Leroy Green
They couldn't take it to the places I took it
Beware, you don't look it
You ain't dressed for this affair
I'm hooded in the bushes like unh!

 

[fox69]

"Made In The USA"

"Made In The USA"


The American motherfucking dream nigga
Yeah!
On my shit nigga
Drogas, Drogas, Drogas
Where you from nigga?
Read the mothafuckin tag bitch
Salute the flag bitch

My Glock came from Savannah, Georgia
My AR-15 from California
My cocaine come from Arizona
My Detroit whip run quick like Forrest

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

Bad little bitch from Miami
Came from Cuba but here with family
When I speak that English she don't understand me
'Cause I speak I speak I speak that Spanish
On my shit

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

Ku Klux man from Indiana (Fuck them niggas)
Brought that shit from Alabama
Making it rain, give 'em Atlanta
Making it, making it rain, rain like New Orleans, Louisiana (Yeah!)
That gang shit came from Illinois
That bang shit came from Illinois
That murder rate in Illinois
'Nother AR-15 that bitch that made in Illinois

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

That lean cup came from Houston, Texas
For the police was Ruthless Records
Black Panthers was moving breakfast
Bitch your 90s state of mind got me shooting reckless
'Cause I'm made in that fuckin' ghetto
Made in that fuckin' ghetto
You ain't where I'm from bitch
You ain't on my fucking level
And the whole world want my swag
Bloods and Crips and shit all up in my flag
'Cause it's

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

 

[fox69]

"Madonna"
(feat. Nikki Jean)

"Madonna"
(feat. Nikki Jean)



[Intro - Lupe Fiasco:]
Immaculate mother of the holy soul
On behalf of the overdose
We come to you uncomfortable in our ways
Please don't slam the door all in my face

[Verse 1 - Lupe Fiasco:]
Tried to go to church, church ain't work
Still want to kill niggas
Tried to go work, but work ain't work
Work ain't work for the feel nigga
Really make me feel like a field nigga
Make me feel worse, really tryna' chill
But inside I feel like a steel mill, nigga
And it's hard when these niggas steal mama
What, when you and God gotta mill still mama
Living off a meal deal mama
Can't stunt with them lil wheels mama
Need a real purse real heels mama
How dem liquors and them pills feel mama, lil mama

[Bridge 1 - Nikki Jean:]
No man shall prosper
Lord knows if I said it, it's gospel, lil mama
Madonna
No man shall prosper
Lord knows if I said it, it's gospel, your momma
Madonna

[Hook - Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco:]
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna

[Bridge 2 - Lupe Fiasco:]
I be just trying make it [x4]
They be just trying break us [x4]

[Verse 2 - Lupe Fiasco:]
White T on they shoulders
What drags em off through the streets
In the whip wit' they soldiers
Stations of the police
Trying to stick all this time to me
Trying to stick all these crimes to me
Could you just send a dime to me
Mama please send a sign to me
What's looking like life?
Is probation and a fine to me
Lawyer said I'd be alright
But I think that he lying to me
They really wanna throw those lines to me
Put me in a line, put the knives to me
Put me in the sky, put it to my side
Then push it inside of me

[Bridge 3 - Lupe Fiasco:]
Holy mother of the blessed soul
They don't love you there
They love you here
I love you like I'm Mexico
Say: (Santa Maria, Madre de Dios
Ruega por nosotros pecadores
Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte)
Amen

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3 - Lupe Fiasco:]
They sent them all to the slaughter
Baby mama, no father
He was hanging round them murderers
And them prostitutes and them robbers, yeah
Them dope fiends and that water, yeah
Wit' angel dust in they nostrils, yeah
They hit em up wit' that chopper
She was holdin' him, in her hands
Just like Stigmata, yeah
Said you gon' live here forever
Salvation and treasure
You gon' live here forever, yeah
Died like Ricky on his mama couch
Right there in his mama house
Only child, the holy mama's your mama now

[Hook x2]

[Outro - Lupe Fiasco (x2):]
Mama said my son never been no killer
Mama said my son never been no gangster
No drug dealer, no gang member
Mama said my son never been no trouble
Mama said my son never been no trouble

 

[fox69]

"Make Sure U Getta Shirt!!!"

"Make Sure U Getta Shirt!!!"


[To the beat of Gorillaz' "Last Living Souls"]

[Lupe Fiasco:]
So I think you had enough
What up Chuck? FNF up
RKF Tucks, adjust my cuffs
John Lennon Chucks, Independent Trucks
Yup, a little bit of dust
Brush my shoulder
Plus, a little bit of church
Uh, I showed you
Just a little bit of what can happen
If you open your eyes and imagine
Expand your horizons with rhyming and rapping
Quit rapping and rhyming bout coke and supplying
And clapping is anyone out there or are y'all all absent?

[Gorillaz:]
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last to get away
To some another day?
Or do we know why we love?
Doesn't seem to be conveyed that way
Are we the

[Lupe Fiasco:]
Fahrenheit 1/15 part III
One time to the FNF army
After party in the (Angel Nights) RV
Don't forget your cell phones and car keys
Don't forgot to tip the valet where you park please
I wish you well
Good night, drive safe, (A Rhyming Ape) t-shirts on sale

 

[fox69]

"Mazinger"
(feat. PJ)

"Mazinger"
(feat. PJ)



I had to complete Mazinger Z. I had to, I had to
Why did you have to Grandfather?
To wreck all of Dr Hell's evil plans.
Mazinger Z is clad in ultra alloy Z and is operated by photo atomic energy.
It contains mighty weapons of all kinds.
That robot is perfect. There is nothing to correct or adjust.
Koji, Shiro, that robot is all yours.
My only regret is that I cannot stay alive to watch you boys operate that robot.
With Mazinger Z you can either become a God or a Devil.
You'll be known as a super being. Now go!

Sinister times, pacific the rims so I live in the mind
Sit in the head of the shit I design
Position it bent so I sit in recline
But never I sleep
Tears out the eyes is the weather I weep
Give cheddar to beggars to better my keep
Don't turn a back and never a cheek
Won't be here forever, we sever, we cease
A liar who said that we never release
Nooses surroundin' the neck of the beast
Loosing they pounds on the treasure beneath
200 pounds under pressure decrease
Reducing the sound to a set of beliefs
Devil's a trick like they sent the police
Is it or nah's (Nas) like wedded Kelis
So not the same like a Jet and a Jeep
One in the clouds, the other up under him running around
Unlike the one never touching the ground
Some like the one cause it doesn't come down
Unlike the oven that's under the town
Liquor the fire they jump in and drown
Wait till they die it's for something profound
Head is so dreaded for clutching the crown
And keeping it standing when jumping around
Feeding the animals, touching the hounds
Eating with cannibals, lunch in the lounge
Keeping it manual, clutch in announced
Eating the actual, reaping the benefits
Repeat the annual, bleeping the fouls
Something about (something about)
Reaching the valuable, touching the down

[Hook - PJ:]
You came by yourself my darling
But you know we're not alone
Oh get yourself in order
Before they're calling you home
It could be wonderful
So tell me what is it you're waiting for?
No don't you go too far
Cause soon they'll be calling you home
They calling you home

(Either become a God or a Devil)
(Either be-, either become a God or a Devil)
Yeah you know they calling home
(God or a Devil, either be-, either become a God or a Devil)
Yeah you know they calling home

Lovin' the Lord
Covet the lovers of governor or
Dozen in love with the covets or more
In concerts with converts-who-cover galore
Wash off they feet and then cover the floor
Mother the ships so come hover aboard
To raptures and ruptures start flooding the shore
Pushing and shoving and punching with oars
Thuggin' and judging, no plugging the holes
Sink to the bottom like sex in the kitchen, no food in the fridge but it's nut on the stove
It's what on the what?
Like Monica sucking and bust right on her clothes
Dishonouring Monica what is it for?
Monitor Monica, what does she know?
Finding the evidence, answering the questions
Did you and the president fuck on the low?
Room full of elephants, elegant elements, breaking it down she touching her toe
Triple A coming to give her a jump and her engine construction don't function no more
It's killing her options to live in a box when they filling their stockings with lumps of the coal
Finding the diamonds with dynamite, fighting the fire is hiding while wiping the pole
Sliding off slightly to siphon the go
She biting her neck like she vampire-like, ain't no lighten her load
With the tide and a bleach at the laundromat black trying to whiten her clothes
So maybe she can sneak into heaven, hmm yeah

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Mean & Vicious"

"Mean & Vicious"


[Verse 1:]
Uuhhh
He's meannnnnn
And vicious
I can't believe he's that rude
To those stories those rhymes that jew
Then he put 'em on the floor like cat food (meow)
And put 'em on the track like glue
Then put 'em on your head like hat
Hey back to you Lu black power
I'm just running with a barrel full of black powder
With a hole in it hole in it wheezin deep, breathing
Running from the fire on the trail I keep leaving
I can't shake it I swear it's heat seeking
I keep seeking somewhere to hide from it I can die from it
But it keep keeping up just when I think that I've done it
It keep sneakin up
Ohh leaking barrel of black powder how that flame keep reaching us
Just one of the long rended extended metaphors a lose
This time I use an example of a fuse
To demonstrate how I can't lose
I would put it down but I can't due to the glue
That I use the fuse everything together
Well I spill some on my hands
And God Damn I might have to carry this forever
Well I'm crazy to the game till they bury me insane

[Chorus:]
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago
Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang
Doing his thanngg doin his thang
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago
Liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang (uuhh) like
Doing his thanngg (yeah) doin his thang

[Verse 2:]
Truthfully I have trouble with second verses
Cause the first one be so intimidating
It'd be bullying and picking on it instigating
Pointing out all the second ones limitations
Like you ain't nothing but an imitation
Like betcha baking then it gets the chorus
And the beat to together then they gang up on him and get to hating
But then around the 8th bar he tired
So they conspire and comiserating then he find his inspiration
To spar he takes a few seconds of judo lessons
Gets back on beat then punches the guitar
They stand in awe like when did you write that
They even right black
First verse already happened
So he don't have a chance to fight back
I like that
Abagnale Junior check me
You gonna respect me
A 8 track listen to em feelin himself
Swagger up and a few ad libs to back it up
Let's back it up
I think you've had enough
Give me my mic back
You ain't even write that
Oh it's like that
Track stop pumping till this nigga stop fronting
Yeah yeah now right back

 

[fox69]

"Mission"

"Mission"


[Charlie Wilson:] What's up, this is Charlie Wilson, a.k.a. your uncle Charlie. I was diagnosed with prostate cancer in 2008. Still fighting; not a winner, not a looser. I'm gonna win the battle. That's right, cancer free
[Greg:] What's up, this is Greg and I beat kidney cancer. True story
[Michael:] My names Michael, I'm a lung cancer survivor four years in remission
[Bernadette:] My names Bernadette and I beat stage 1 breast cancer
[Angela:] I'm Angela, I'm 50 years old, and I've been through 9 surgeries in 3 years. Fuck you cancer. You may have taken my breasts and uterus, but you can never take my heart
[Ann:] My names Ann Marie, and I'm living with stage 4 lung cancer
[Kourtney:] My names Kourtney and I beat thyroid cancer
[Bunch of mashed up talking about beating cancer]
[Kathy:] This is Kathy Phillips and I beat the living shit out of breast cancer. You definitely picked the wrong bitch to mess with. Fuck you cancer! I'm a survivor baby!
[Charles:]
Hey my name is Charles Porter, and I had stage 4 hotchkins lymphoma. I went through a year of strenuous chemo, then I had a bone marrow transplant where they gave me salvage chemo, and 5 days twice a day, full body radiation to basically bring my immune system down to nothing. I literally died to stay alive umm... come April I'll be in my 3rd year remission and it was a team effort. All the friends and family I had came together
And uhh... I had to keep that mental strong, but umm... We got through it uhh... some fallen soldiers went as I fought uhh... but they'll always be heroes. Peace!

[Hook:]
If I had a dollar for every time they counted me out
And my back was up against the wall
I could have died but I came out fighting, fighting
Could have died but I came out fighting
Could have died but I came out fighting
Could have died but I came out fighting (yeah)
Could have died but I came out fighting (uhh)

With a breast full of lungs she ain't no pun
She gonna ride on it like a chopper in a trunk
Pink ribbon women she gonna live forever
Even though the doctor say she only get a month
Said it's my life and you only get it once
Once these flowers smell too damn good to be living in the funk
So I finna get it in and I finna get a crunk and I finna get the living (a-a-ah)
On remission from the jump
Breast cancer can't hold me back
That's the answer when they told me that
It can knock me down but I'm gonna be back
Strong, down for whatever exceptional and I don't know how to quit
And I never said never you can have that hair cause real talk bitch
I think I look better let's do it (do it)

[Bridge:]
Fighter, with everything inside ya
Reportin' live from Death Row
Drop the charges see the lifer
Cell phones and your lighters
Need you to put them up higher
So when the candles on her birthday cake
Might set the thing on fire, hey

[Hook]

Yeah, seven years old with stage four
This what champions were made for
Only so much fun raises (pain for)
So I guess the rest is all on me
That will to live against what's out here
Killin kids' well kiss my ass it ain't killin' me
Got things to paint
Got places to go
Got things to see
Wanna see my moma grow up
Hold up, hold up
Wanna see my daddy grow up
Hold up, Hold up
I'm bald headed and brave hearted, I'm small
But I'm a hundred feet tall, try to stop me
Biopsy after biopsy
Chemo, but I'm a king though
I shake everything off me
Lymphoma can't hold me back
It can knock me down but I'm gonna be back
Throw some SpongeBob in my hot wheels track
I'm a made man, made wishes
I ain't scared, I ain't flinching
Sorry momma but I gotta say it
But where I'm from they don't make bitches
Let's do it

[Hook]

Went undiagnosed and untreated
When they finally found it told em
It too far along and he couldn't beat it
But he couldn't see it
Miss me with that dead talk
Miss me my legs walk
My heart beats and my wife witness
So fuck cancer my life with me
And if I died it'd die with me let's do it

[Bridge]

Might set that thing on fire, yeah
Yeah we might set that thing on fire, yeah
Yeah we might set that thing on fire
Set that thing on fire, set that thing on fire, yeah
If I had a dollar for every time they counted me out
And my back was up against the wall
I could have died but I came out fighting
Could have died but I came out fighting

 

[fox69]

"Moment 4 Life (Freestyle)"

"Moment 4 Life (Freestyle)"


On another track don't want none of dat that,
With no water and no slaughter
No breaks I just continue on, but no takes,
I keep going, keep flowing, no stopping dat
You see everybody watching dat,
You see I got the lock so I'll be lockin dat, you can't get the keys
Especially from me, I keep em so tight in my the pocket,
You'd better watch it, as a matter of fact you'd better stop it,
I'm too hot, better hop scotch it and go up down the block, or you might catch a shot, one two - plah, plah

My flow is like …I'm straight..
For your face when I come through…
I ant hear the hearts, I'm just aimin for the brains
Tryin to make em smart and take em outta dangers way
I say maintain the day,
I show the shoulders how to maintain the way to sole righteous
The nicest, and do it like its pricesless, iceless
No, I got a couple those watch us in a couple cars,
And I keep a couple flows in a couple bars,
And I keep a couple hoods in a couple stars,
And my bag pocket you can bag watch it,
You better bag stop it like its cricky,
I keep a wicky doogly when I stick it, be like the bat man itchy
You can come through just like don't pinch it out
I'll knock it out the park it be so dark
By the time I'm done, there'll be no sun
There'll be no one, see the crowd so empty,
I'll still be there rhymin see it don't tip me,
I don't feel guilty either, I feel so filthy when I..,
Flowin like ether Burnin that shit down and turnin them broads around
And showin em there's better ways to get it down

Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling like an ipod look at my god, I got my head down to heaven
See I pray to the east, I try to do it seven times a day
Do my way, may god forgive me for the prayers that I didn't do
And for the fast that I didn't fast
I hope you make my success last longer than the rest of them,
Or if not, keep so intelligent that I stay beyond it and don't care about the success or the change
I don't care nowhere, but I do care about you, don't ever let em doubt you,
Don't ever let em try to put the mouth to the violence, the silence,
That I bring is so deafening to the ears and the eyes
And they can watch if they want to
See us gonna haunt you
The ghosts of the past come through so fast
You lay em down but the they can't
You try to put it in the trash but it jumps out the garbage
Yet it still returns to be the hardest on the market.

 

[fox69]

"More Than My Heart"
(feat. Rxmn & Salim)

"More Than My Heart"
(feat. Rxmn & Salim)



Thank you! Uh, check, check

When you got popped up and you got locked up
And the block shot up and your girl knocked up
And your kids be like, "Who gonna watch us?"
Your mama, they nana
When you ball too hard or your money got spent
So you got kicked out, you ain't have no rent
But you still had a place where you could go
Tell me where you went, your mama
Soon as they let me outta jail
Went straight to my mama's house
Need someone I can talk to
And a little more time to work all these dramas out
That lawyer money, that bail money
Those letters in the mail never fail you, homie
Who visit when niggas don't visit?
Man she the realest
Boy let me tell you somethin'
You better love your mama

Said I love my mama (I love my mama)
More than I love myself (more than I love myself)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Said I love my mama (I love my mama)
More than I love my health and I love my wealth
And I love my niggas and I love my bitches
And I love my car
More than I love my heart

Yeah, now some mamas might be your confidant
Some mamas just good for shoes
Some mamas might be your drinkin' buddy
Some mamas might not be cool
Some mamas might wait 'til you get home
Some mamas might come up to your school
And fuck you up in front of your friends
'Cause you don't make the rules
Really thought that you was doin' it today
Now you sittin' there lookin' all stupid in your face
When you get home just tell her you're sorry
And put on this song, start movin' to the bass
Boy cut that shit off
Goddamn, mama, they made this song for you
Said through the powder and the problems
Gotta honor my mama
So that's what I'm tryna do

Said I love my mama (I love my mama)
More than I love myself (more than I love myself)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Said I love my mama (I love my mama)
More than I love my health and I love my wealth
And I love my niggas and I love my bitches
And I love my car
More than I love my heart

Now some might think their mama ain't perfect
She is
All in her face, better get in your place
You're one of her goddamn kids
Now some might think their mama ain't worth it
She is
Gotta help her out no matter what it's 'bout
No matter whatever she did
Now some might think their mama ain't here
She lives...

Said I love my mama (I love my mama)
More than I love myself (more than I love myself)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Said I love my mama (I love my mama)
More than I love my health and I love my wealth
And I love my niggas and I love my bitches
And I love my car
More than I love my heart