Nottz - Failure lyrics

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Yeah, What up, Chi-Town, New York City Philly, Atlanta, Virginia They said it was coming back around man Back to the lyrics man Come back to people like me, I say... [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] It's mean, soldiers Now let me put the streets down like steamrollers With the CATS that push 40 oz. through the hood like King Cobras See we sling soda Cause the extra four in the split is mixed It's really thirty-six Used to buy toasters and clips You can tighten your circle or boa constrict While you was lighting your purple, I was over the scripts See, I could walk the walk, couldn't really talk the talk Had to get my talk to properly explain my walk Cause this lack in talk had my walk looking off Now I'm over the limp Watch how they mugs drop when they see my Verbal's able That's the Usual When I was po' I was low Now me and my Chaps cop Purple Label It's Ralph Lauren on the rap laureate n***as brown nose, they are like Alf to him Runners at Interscope are not as Stoute as him Please don't Interscope It's gonna be a whole lot of Iovine and respirating If I lean out this window with Irene n***as as tall as Yao Ming With L-U-P-Emperor Is the foundation's, I-beams and the antennas It's so serious every time I write my John Hanco*k like Could damn near see Detroit, I see you n***as is scared of heights This is Saran Wrap and aluminum foil Some potpourri, a little machine oil I stack my paper and throw off my scents This is top floor, better look out below Pennies from heaven is the same as a semi from the second And I reign supreme Turn your umbrellas upside down Did you even catch the change in theme This is gangsta man [Hook] Lupe to the F to the I to the A to the S to the C to the O From the west side of the C to the H to the I - C - A to the G to the O This is gangsta man [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] And them n***as ain't Was nor from his regime Gangsta lean Hats on tilt like these Snickers ain't drop out the vending machine You gotta put more money in And I shake n***as up every time I drop a bar (2 for 1) It's horse in the Porsche and bricks in the box Like mo' money them every time I cop a car You see I'm a roller, right So it might be a Rover, right But every time I drop an 'r' Get off the streets It's "over," 'ight Bet I be in the head like overnight Like rollers, right She the chauffeur, right So I keep her sober She don't get Fed Ex like overnight I am Dolemite All that gas can't help you but solar might Just call on sun Drop a 's' Pick up an 'o' Uno, put it all on "one" Brace yourself like overbite "For that quiet n***a that relocated down south Coming back to floss" n***a get your molars right Fix your grill No plaque but a whole lot of cheese This the drill Mr. Chill gave me the green light like Yoda knife So I'mma force my will Like the Force I wield Of course you will Take my time But weight behind only pertains To that Porsche grill It's snakes in the hood Gotta watch for that Cobra bite Let me see There's snakes in the hood A bird, a horse behind the grill Something gator on the seat And a fox behind the wheel No it's not Noah's Ark, Ahk It's just a flower's start [Hook] [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] For achiever My procedure's To proceed at all cost With no breather I'm all walk Rain, snow, or fever I'm all coughs coming after your teacher I'm on the ball like FIFA Viva Lupe Duce Long live the leader I remember I ain't have sneakers It was welfare Coming up for Airs like Whales there Fila, but now I'm well here I'm Shamu with twelve pair And n***as wanna take me back to zero like tare fare Well, my sk**'s clear You Sea World It's Braille here I'm Bumpy Johnson I stick to the streets Keep my dogs out in front of me You see what I'm saying And I push ki's wonderfully This is gangsta, man