Songwriter: BoogzDaBeast Lupe Fiasco

Producer: Prolyfic

[Lupe talking]
You know I had to do it, man
It wouldn'ta been right if I didn't
You seen it? You seen the show last night on TV?
You seen nigga's rims man? You seen the new Jordans man?
You see her ass yo? Yeah, yeah, that's crazy

Seein' with my ghetto eyes
I walked with my ghetto feet
I talked with my ghetto speech
I'm copacetic, I won't let it bring me down
Bring me down...

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
I say it's instilled
As I peep from beneath the titled brim of my pinwheel
Steady mobbin', heavy problems
Genocide desensitized to violence
Makes it hard to sympathize
Harden, individuals whose feelings is minuscule
Soon become criminals if you dark-skinned
And you was raised in a project apartment
Public Aid made it that your father couldn't stay
He had to part then, left with only a mother
The family structure suffers
He will soon cling to hustlers, as his guardians
He still a boy, needs to fill a void, marchin'
Up the block up to no good, sellin' in the wrong hood
He was taken down by a marksmen
At his wake, 8th Grade Graduation picture
Last words: Don't let the habitation get ya
Pardoned, Lord have mercy on the fallen
Amen, feel like I'm hardened
Got the harbinger for the coming of the carpenter
Til then, I got some big fish to fry like Marlins
Part niggas, steady mobbin'

I've got some questions to ask
And I'm waitin' on some answers
Like, Why do the good die young?
Why ain't there no cure for cancer?
Won't let the streets dictate my glory
Cause it's something out there for me
But I'mma flee my territory
So I won't end up, just a ghetto story
Just a ghetto story, just a ghetto story
Just a ghetto story, just a ghetto story

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
And I try to see past it
Through the down-roll window on
The driver side of my Caprice Classic
Steady mobbin', corner store traffic
I.e. dope fiends, hookers and teens with alcohol IVs
I see, plastic, cups is a nickel
50 cent for Dutch Masters
My big brother's Pelle Pel' lingers
Of a fargone weed smoke
Lookin' for greener pastures, pasturized 2% for $2.19
You can get 2 quarts, there's also a sale on Newports
A separate line for Lotto, bumpy face, add a model
Huggin' a bottle, salt and sour Jays, and blueberry Hugs
Shorties consider a meal, been my feel for it
Sweatin' for a pair of Air Jordans they would steal for
And a gold chain 4 fiends would
Knife, wild and kill yours
There's nothing too promising on our billboards
Drink Tanqueray, eat KFC, come abort your child
Buy Nikes, which makes it highly
Unlikely that we gon' fight, G
Steady mobbin'


[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
And I'm still on
As I stroll down the same street so
Many like me once before, were killed on
Steady mobbin', thinkin' bout the Black Panthers
And the babies that were born in the late '80s
That now have babies that lack Pampers
No Kwaanzas and they lack Santas
And the father who thinks shoe-shopping is the answer
Skipped out on parenthood classes so
She don't know how to handle her
And never learned from her grandmother
One day got hot, couldn't take it
Dropped her in a vacant lot
Album of Life, now condensed into a sampler
See the shapes these little girls is gettin'?
Some say the steroids in the chicken is
The cause of the thickening in the young women
Livid, see some shorties playin' Cops & Robbers, livin'
Bittersweet thoughts is what I had for them
I can picture quota fillin' Police chasin' after them
Catchin' up to, friskin' and askin' them
Where the packs at? Who yo' chief
Is? Where the straps at?
Am I thinking too hard? Or perhaps that's reality
In a project mentality, but through it all
I hope we learn more than how to be
Whores and how to move a ball
Steady mobbin'


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.