Lupe Fiasco - H.A.M. Freesyle lyrics

rate me

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, oh you 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-ck it

If they want it than they love it

If they don’t than they can suck 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 aint 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 aint 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 aint kill 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-t

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

Ne 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-ggas 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 see

You never get it back

It’s only coming back to me, uh

Indeed, it’s the LUP, Tim Westwood on our BBC Business

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Thanks to adrianna