Lupe Fiasco - Diddy (Freestyle) lyrics

Oh boy! It is him again Lupe Fiasco 1st & 15th n***as Chitown, holla You know Im from them hard blocks Give moon roofs to hard tops They want me to turn it off like jar tops But I get it up, like alarm clocks In foreign spots, h**n rocks, the wrong drops?? who waaant shots Im on the court, most n***as is commentary Dont play ya self like solitaire I been through, most n***as is honorary I play the storm like halle berry Put you in monastaries for that monetary NO! Leave you cryin in pain What I gotta scream for hold 9 iron while Im drivin a range You talk like I fold or somethin Like I dont flip birdie hold eagle that'll put a hole-in-one I'll give you cadillacs, full of apple jacks, this metal claps, this battle axe, benjamins baby You wash the tub like tracy addlap With my gun I produce the cali like Battlecat You can't, handle that, ONE! Get lost n***as Be gone n***as Yooo! fiasco Holla back n***as!