Lupe Fiasco - Toca Tuesdays Freestyle lyrics

God Blesser Word Processor I'm in the nerd I professor [?] Like confessions but I never snitch I'm never this I never swerve off the road and fall into a ditch But if I did like my car accident I kid Khalifa, I see ya[?] And two things I'll never be, I never been a repeater Always solo, no no, I live like a hobo Work for billions, maybe millions, not a trillion Maybe like a trillionaire, have you seein' things that aren't really there And have you searching for it, this, look Like my homie thought drug dealing, Kick, Push, how so? On the outro, so long, on my first sh** without 'cha I'm still the sh**, without hoes Without toilets never spoil it Royalties trying to oil me [?] [?] The royal penis is clean your highness I look down at my finest Blinded by the shininess of my [dick?] That's how good she do it I had it, but I lose it Losing, that's Lu, that's still my name I still got fame and no shame, uh My sh** is wild, it's never tame Your sh** is child, your sh** is trash, I'll take your chain Like 50 on stage, Summer Jam sh** got me in the rage! But then I turn another page I don't smoke, but I sure do blaze Blaze n***as like I'm Just Blaze on the beat MPCs bangin' in the streets I'm too deep for these n***as to weak Never sweet and no[?] I'm no Hershey's but her shes love me so [?] n***as like "Wurd!" Yours is not better than mine I ain't gotta curse, fine sh**, f**, damn, p**y, other expletives I never rest, you gonna need sedatives sh** don't registers I am like a teller with propellers, I fly And I count cash fella I bounce pa** shout to Dame Dash, yella Yes sir, it's like a MC for NWA NGs mp3s I keep 45 calibre's, HKs and MP3s for these Gs Shout to GDs, shout to BDs and MC and Mickey Cobras We need the peace treaty for the summer Free Rondo! By him a condo, shout out to Lil Durk OTF Nunu rest in peace Hope you just was a lil hurt, nothing you need to get snubbed over Put the guns down like Chance say You see Beyonce on the knees, yea [?] You see me ride through the hood in the Maybach, stay back Glocks shootin' way back my aim's too far I'm too far gone, [?] my arms, yea, they reach Like I'm Mr Fantastic, you sit down, lil ba*tard [?] snatch purses offa these girls n***a dontchu know, I run these worlds From Pluto back to Mars Back to back with these cars I got Cobras, Ferraris Everything you can't follow me [?] your doors, sit up And I ain't e'en got them b**hes what! Shout out to Nipsey Hussle, shout out to my boy Ty Dolla Gon' make 'em holla Everything look better with a b**h next to it That's the next single, n***a, watch 'em play the music I might go platinum or I might go plutonium I don't even know Any plaque you know I'm holdin' [?] I'm from the 'Go, never stop, on the row Gettin' dough on the low Lupe Fiasco