Released: May 28, 2008

Featuring: Stack Bundles

[Verse 1: Stack Bundles]
Got the fishscale
Rubber grip pistol
Pop, like it’s Cristal
Rich lip wow, [?] with the [?]
Had to struggle to get my weight up
Left lane, left lane now they want me to wait up
Can’t slow my pace, no time to waste
[?] who the fuck face to face
Gotta embrace the hate with this life of mine
Y’all wanna raise the stakes put your life on the line
Mine’s is real
Stack Bun’ signed and sealed
Got a mean watch game, keep the ice real
[?] I don’t like talking
And I keep some hot wheels
Bitches catch feelings when I’m walking
Bop too gangster, Glock too heavy
No more turnovers I got Far Rock steady

I keep it gutter like
I keep it gutter like
I keep it gutter like
I keep it gutter like

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
You can see me, low key in a Ford
No keys, the doors open like grocery stores
Or see me four-fifthin
I had you niggas pourin liquor out like it’s prohibition
The piece that speaks for itself
And the row I gotta mention the flow that’s tension
No flinching
Pop benching with them 245s
Or [?] moving pies like FOIs
Y’all don't know though
I’m the illest crime caught on tape since Caine and O-Dog
And I won’t talk, even if I’m caught red-handed
Like don’t walk, I flip it with no thoughts
Shit on, everything you big on
The [?] with no [?]
[?] clips ons
You can talk until you blue in the face
But you can pause it, if you ain’t [?] in the face


[Verse 3: Stack Bundles]
Red niggas got hate in they veins
I clap niggas leave hate in they brain
Let me teach ya
The hood niggas call me Roger
Cause I’m flooded in carrots
And I floss every day like it’s Easter
The beats the reason I ryhyme
Streets the reason I grind
And I don’t need heat to shine
Cause I didn’t when y’all oppress me
End up dead or missing like Elvis Presley

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
You know I keep a chick topless, keep my whip topless
Keep my spit toxic
You keep it in the closet
[?] things can get un-pretty
Like bars left from Chili
For the sake I hope I keep everything quaker oats, real gritty
Or 3-0-50
On the rocks like Whitney
Filthy, and [?] like spittin dutch and gillie
Close, but no Philly

[Hook] x2

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.