Lupe Fiasco – Roc-A-Fella Y’all Lyrics, Letra Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco – Roc-A-Fella Y’all (Official Lyrics)
All proceeds to my chain
Yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah
Should’ve never gave them niggas no money
We was in the store ‘member we ain’t want nothin’ (Ain’t want nothin’)
‘Cause we was broke, now a nigga ain’t frontin’ no more, oh, no (No more)
Should’ve never gave them niggas no money (No money)
We was in the store ‘member we ain’t want nothin’ (Nah)
‘Cause we was broke, now a nigga ain’t frontin’ no more, oh, no (No more)
Yeah, yeah
My mentality’s a tapestry, ain’t it if I can paint it
It would be too heavy to hang it from the nail in the wall
Dangerously danglin’
Sick with the languages speakin’ pangolin down at the animal all, oh
He who answered the call, the most cancelled rapper who rappin’ never happened to fall
Wanna subdue Lu like Max Verstappen
Take him off the trap and lap him, I see the devil clappin’ his claws
But this what happens after applause if rappin’ was blacked call this rappin’ from the back of a broad
This style of rappin’ is called pattern and pause
Still a one-man class action trapped in his cause (Yeah)
Stay focused, keep grindin’
Follow the mission
Don’t stop till you get there
When you think you there, keep goin’
Keep grindin’, hustle
Uh
I’m a different type of nigga fulfilled
Say the word, nigga is a trigger so chill
I’m like: Why keep nigga concealed?
It’s white people still usin’ the word nigga for real
Never ignorant, genuine genius appeals sincerely hearin’ it thrills
Yeah, I’m from a lyrical miracle, biblical guild a great white clearing his gills the nearest mirror of skill
Somewhere between jazz, Jigga and drill
Minus all the niggas it kills
Right before they finish they wills
A healthy menace told the dentist I eat splenda, spinach and pills for life
Playin’ Ur with David Blane on a commercial flight, first class rollin’ the dice
This for my chain
All donations are appreciated
I put the pen down but the location was abbreviated
To briefly state it that’s briefly stayed with we still apart
But the split was so congenial it’s like divorces was mediated, uh
Drifted the genetics till it speciated
Put variables in my date set and then I deviated
It’s miracles in the date set it’s like DBA as TD Jakes without a CPA
I used to CTA it Ferrari from that Harvey from this car sear, can believe he made it
Target hated feelin’ like Star of David where they GDK it, uh
Independent thinker
I should CD Babe it, feet covered in Tinkers
Promise to self no longer reference the Matrix and stay away from fake shit
‘Cause in a flash they’ll turn on the click just like blinkers
These and other hazards are just part of the work
Reverse Aztec put my heart in a verse
The one man half Dash, Carter and Burke
Roc-A-Fella, y’all
Uh
Yeah
Impediments and the random egotistical elephant in the room
Lookin’ for somethin’ heaven sent, like it’s medicine in the Moon
Or intelligence in the heaviness of a tune
How much your song weigh? Thirty pounds for every entendre
So the playlist will still be heavy as a spaceship on a spaceship
Even though it’s weightless
A bar full of plates so a waitress weightlifts with every single entree
Contray to what the pawn say, swan slay with every convey
If words were rocks, birds in flocks, stop that’s not the chess of the experts
That’s a straight rookie move
To get close to DOS, I feed ‘em bread first
Jaded so denigrated and inundated
With every image that I was finished and in a status of endin’ stages
So I insulated into pages liberated my inner sages
Now the minutes from the meetings of my mind with my mind
Look a minister mixed Dennis the menace, made it, baited, beat it, baked it and ate it
Graciously my engineer saved the most sacred of it in avid, moor
I can sell money to the poor
A pyramid to a mummy, they even have to pay attention when they ignore
My compulsive indecision made addition into a chore
Is it two plus two? Just two two’s? Or is it four?
If I got a calculator, what’s the point of even keepin’ score?
That’s not allowed when you tested
So I added it all up that they just tryna slow us down like instruments in Texas
All proceeds to my necklace
Roc-A-Fella, y’all
Roc-A-Fella, y’all
Yeah
(All proceeds to my chain)
Should’ve never gave them niggas no money
We was in the store ‘member we ain’t want nothin’
‘Cause we was broke, now a nigga ain’t frontin’ no more
Should’ve never gave them niggas no money
We was in the store ‘member we ain’t want nothin’
‘Cause we was poor, now a nigga ain’t frontin’ no more, oh-oh, yeah
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