Lupe Fiasco - Tim Westwood Freestyle Pt. 1 lyrics

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] I feel a little bit forgiven, Thank God Allow me this day I feel so high when I be living They can't stop me, know how Uh uh, no way I don't play, me and Tim, me and him We rocks out, L U P do that No shoes, just some socks out Relaxing in the club, DJ'ing Playbacking, everything that I do They don't know what happen They be trying, I deny them at the bucket I say f** it If they want it than they love it If they don't than they can s** it And, what I mean by it You should re-try it I'm on my Dean, you be on a dean-diet And I dont even like it Everytime you rap it, I swear I close my eyes I wish I could close my ears from this racket I ain't having it, I tennis while you bin it I stay on it, I strong as Popeye with some spinach You as long as short something You be tryna ten it see I ain't going HAM, I'm going bacon, going pig I'm going whole cow, look at me, what I did You wish you could, but you just kid I'm a grown man on it, my own man on it Come in your house, now your home damn haunted See everybody dead, bullet holes in the head But I ain't k** em, I hit em with the flow instead My flow like bullets, they like hollow tips I wish you would if you could, if you would try it But you can't so back to denying the They be lying ah I be so up on my truthless and I'm so ruthless Ferrari top down yeah I got like four of those And my Ferrari so clean it got four doors Only got two LUP on that new sh** New Ferrari 400i, that blue kit So I got my rims and my watch and my rings on Yeah I got my bling on Go ahead and sing songs If you want I tell no tales and no lies I drop no dimes on my homies I keep them alive behind the bar Shout to Chilly chill, I'm so really real And the streets so deep, you wish that I wasn't but I am cousin God damn he be buzzing No weed no liquor, MD offa something See my brain just flows and see just how I goes And I'm from Chicago and I'm letting n***as know You can cut it out and scratch it or baste it Or send it through the strainer but please don't waste it Make sure you clean the plates when I'm done cooking I'm Lil B, I am big ME, you little he, ahh Sometin' better, theres none of that, I'm running rap Everything around it like hustling trap, stuntin that Everything you bad at, I do so well Then I eat the whole beat than put it on sale That means I put it out to sea You never get it back It's only coming back to me, uh Indeed, it's the LUP, Tim Westwood on our BBC Business