Released: September 21, 2018

Songwriter: Rudy Lopez Lupe Fiasco

Producer: Soundtrakk

Ghetto, uh, uh
Ghetto, ghetto (yeah)
Ghetto (uh) ghetto

[Verse 1]
Ghetto mythologies colonize my mind constantly
To shine sonically in the Chi, Divine Comedy
I vibe consciously to override suicide inside
Honestly 'cause they don't wanna honor me and honesty
Black king poetic with Nat King's aesthetic
Half-dream, half-machine where the black queens get naked
For a dollar from a scholar like me
Not at all bothered with what a sodomite see, flippant
A thousand grams get dissolved in the kitchen
Heart wrenchin', part played, took away from my ascension
Crooked ways brought from car lookaways from tooken Js
But it's too late for your prevention 'cause I'm playin' my position

I'm the man now
I'm the man, now
I'm the man, now
If you the man, let me see your fuckin' hands now
Not the man then keep your motherfuckin' hands down
Man now
I'm the man, now

[Verse 2]
Uh, killer friends, dope dealers concealing sins
Sin and swim in my trunk like jumps in deeper ends
We the gems, your daughter, we'll teach her hymns
From the annals of crime channels that dismantle her wants for weaker men
Send 'em back, a livin', I'm feelin' trapped
We know religion but brimmin' with brilliant facts
So we map cast distorted role of a lady
With no control, let her go whole on a baby
I wanna see it all, never half asleep some niggas can't see the walls
'Cause of the masterpiece my data breach like hacker leaks
Delete the McAfees and slam the backdoors in back of me
Social engineer, peers stare at it, give a chat to me happily
Actually activated off accolades of my apogee
And act yakkity then deeply speak it back to me
Then move it further, we can have a junta or a jerga
I smurf it and spoof the server, reboot and produce a cursor

I'm a man now
I'm the man, now
I'm the man, now
If you the man, let me see your fuckin' hands now
Not the man then keep your motherfuckin' hands down
Man now (ghetto, ghetto)
I'm the man, now

[Verse 3]
Deny the service and a little blue from the boycott
Advertise rum, space available on my toy box
But no sleepin' on me, dig deeper than reachin' shorties
Scheme for giant green, getting CREAM sweeter than bein' corny
Know the difference between bein' in love and bein' horny
Bein' hated, bein' human, bein' a teen but bein' forty
They like to get 'em young like I'm Brigham's son
Be more man and my attitude' no lad, I'd rather have a youth
Flag the OGs pullin' Benzos out
They make 'em put they pussies out like Fred Flintstone's house
Heart blacker than the back of Fred Flintstone mouth
Or maybe more like Baba Kwesi, take the TEMBO route
To be

A man now
I'm the man, now
I'm the man, now
If you the man, let me see your fuckin' hands now
Not the man then keep your motherfuckin' hands down
Man now (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
I'm the man, now

From the ghetto, ohh
Qul a'uudhi bi rabbin naas
Malikin naas, Ilaahin naas
Min sharril wawaasil khannas
Alladhee yuwaswisu fee suduurin naas
Minal Jinnati wa naas
From the ghetto
Ghetto (ghetto, ghetto)
From the ghetto
Ghetto (ghetto, ghetto)
Not goin' down to the ghetto, the ghetto
When we gon' bring back God to the ghetto?
You're the man, now, yeah, yeah
You're the man, now
You are, the man now
You the man
You're the man, now (now, now)
Huh, whatcha lookin' at?
Huh, whatchu lookin at?
Huh, whatchu lookin at?

Lupe Fiasco

The Chicago born Wasalu Muhammad Jaco first tasted success when he featured on Kanye West’s hit “Touch the Sky”, a track that shortly preceded his real breakout, his 2006 debut album Lupe Fiasco’s Food & Liquor, and he never looked back. He has established himself as one of the greatest urban wordsmiths of all time, with Genius even dubbing him the ‘Proust of Rap’.

While he’s now regarded of one of the 21st Century’s Hip-Hop greats, he wasn’t always a fan of the genre, initially disliking it due to the prominence of vulgarity and misogyny within it. In his late teens, he aspired to make it as a lyricist. In his early twenty’s, he met Jay-Z, who helped him sign with Atlantic Records in 2005. The following year, he released his debut album (Lupe Fiasco’s Food & Liquor), which was met with acclaim from fans and critics alike, as did his sophomore effort, Lupe Fiasco’s The Cool.

The following eight years of his career saw far less output than many would’ve anticipated. This can be partly attributed to his struggles with Atlantic Records. The executives wanted him to sign a 360 deal; however, as he refused to do so they instead shelved his already completed 3rd album, Lasers, and wouldn’t promote him as they had previously. The overseers at the label also interfered with his music (as they had tried to do with his fan-favorite track “Dumb it Down”); subsequently effecting the quality and sound of his third and fourth albums.