Lupe Fiasco - Lean lyrics

[Verse 1] Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gansta F-I Westside Chi-Town Thank Ya Moms and Pops what drove me crazy Spice-1, Twista, Biggie, Jay Z (Yeah) Inspirings for writing in my spiral Then put violence into firing like opposite of hiring Cause weren't nobody hiring They packin the four fifth Back to tacting, sink your warships Climbs your walls invade your fortress From battling and ha**ling from samplings from rapping And I'm trackling off Madison to trafficking in-to trampling He be, easy, back again Focused attacking them, the unbelievable It's a mack back here like (???) Don't be fooled by the packaging I'm back to school like September L-U-P Emperor [Hook] Suspects falling gangstas ride (Lean n***a, Lean n***a) Ladies ballas, haters hide (Lean n***a, Lean n***a) F-N-F is major now (Lean n***a, Lean n***a) Don't you love it it's just I (Lean n***a Lean n***a) This is how we get down [Verse 2] Jump! Put your lighters in the air it's a fighter in stare How you gonna escape If I set fire to the stairs? How you gonna equate us it's like a hare compared to a lair full of lions tigers and bears You don't like sharing his the (???) the medium rare, the well. Well you're in there They think they gonna take me off of their square (Nah-Uh) But I am far from a Now and Later rapper (wrapper) Down to take a matter back up to with clappers From tapping young trapper don't get caught up in my snare Far from a producer dawg Every block that you set up I'm will shut down Turn your computers off, It's surprising though Flow so wired requires tying to a chair Somebody better come and get it cause I'm about to k** it Just enough for every city and village to feel it [Hook] Suspects falling gangstas ride (Lean n***a, Lean n***a) Ladies ballas, haters hide (Lean n***a, Lean n***a) F-N-F is major now (Lean n***a, Lean n***a) Don't you love it it's just I (Lean n***a Lean n***a) This is how we get down [Verse 3] Yeah! This is how we get down this is how we get down Like a top floor fire and I found the fire escape to get to the ground I'm a top floor fire give em a pound Sho'nuff respect to the young upset The three at the buzzer hand to the fam Sleeves of a hustle He's ever upper Crust, trust, s**er free like doctor visits Wasa is it? Yup, Yuck Sickening Tipping, Tipping, Tipping, Tipping Chi-Town's rhetoric for getting it Listen, lift them off the flow off we go Piffin, recording, give em gore Ninety-Two Bulls, Jordan's, Pippen Welcome, cross em, caught you slipping Off to the bucket don't make me un-tuck yeah!