Lupe Fiasco - Failure lyrics

rate me

It's mean, soldier

Now let me put the streets down like steamrollers

With the CATS that push

40 oz. through the hood like King Cobras

See me sling soda

'Cause the extra four in the split is mixed

It's really 36

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 couldn't 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

Niggas brownnose, they are like "after 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

Niggas as tall as Yao Ming

With L-U-P-Emperor

Is the foundation's high beams and the antennas

It's so serious every time I write my John Hancock like

Could damn near see Detroit

Niggas 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 6

This is top floor, better look out before

Pennies from heaven is the same as the semi from the second

And I reign supreme

Turn your umbrellas upside down

Did you even catch the change in theme?

And them niggas ain't Watts nor from his regime

Gangsta lean

Hats on tilt like *your snickers* ain't drop out the vending machine

You gotta put more money in

And I shake niggas 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 a 'r'

(Get off the streets)

It's "over" aite

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 nigga that relocated down south

Coming back to floss"

Nigga 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'ma 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

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 air is like

Whales there

Fila

But now I'm well here

I'm Shamu with twelve pair

And niggas wanna take me back to zero like tear fare

Well, my skill'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

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