[Lupe Fiasco:]
Yeah, man, how you doing? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain’t nothing to it, ain’t nothing to it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Welcome back, you feel me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ha, Trakk, what up? (Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah)
I defend myself in court, this is sport
I get signals from the source
I can twist and I contort
I just feel like I’m a Porsche
I’m Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era
-era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era
I defend myself in court, this is sport
I get signals from the source
I can twist and it contorts
I just feel like I’m a Porsche
I’m Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era
-era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era
E-a, e-a, e-a, e-a, e-a, e-a
Lies to the judge, rain in the sky
And the sea might rise what slides to the mud
Sty’s to the flies from all kinds of demise
Reporting live from the hive and all sides of the sludge
One deep meditate, one street separate
“Hi” to the Crips, “Goodbye” to the Bloods
But it was the Souls, Lords and GDs
Segregated by the street in the Chi’ where I was
Got wise to the nudge
Why buy a tub when they bayou’ll flood?
Better buy you a sub
How you gon’ survive in the club?
You gon’ kayak it cuz when it rise up above
And the waves come in push
And the tidals ah shove
What’s an infrared dot to a whole dot gov
Look right in the eyes of a thug
Lil dumb street shit don’t apply to the plug
I defend myself in court, this is sport
I get signals from the source
I can twist it, I contort
I just feel like I’m a Porsche
I’m Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era
-era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era
I defend myself in court, this is sport
I get signals from the source
I can twist it, and it contorts
I just feel like I’m a Porsche
I’m Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era
-era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era
E-a, e-a, e-a, e-a, e-a, e-a
My warning shots headshots
Cut off all my dreadlocks
I ain’t want a headwash
No more
What you mean headshot?
Nigga said headshots
Nigga like a helmet with a GoPro
But I mean Golgo
13 genius ’cause the verse mean
Remember we earthlings
Nigga, can you put that in slow-mo?
Hope so, headshots, brains in a pan
So that’s a no-no
Might not get it, but it’s dope though
Matter fact, loco
Surrounded by gang members and a lot of popo
That’s real but it might sound like a joke though
Never know, keep both sides in a chokehold
I just wanted credit, used it to sweat it like show clothes
Now I don’t even know who wrote those
Maybe my ghost knows (boo!)
But we both cold
Now they used to write all my ghost flows
Wrote each other solos (boo!)
Now a nigga say he want co-pros
Money from the show and rights to the logo
Do you want a lawyer? No, ho
I defend myself in court, this is sport
I get signals from the source
I can twist and I contort
I just feel like I’m a Porsche
I’m Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era
-era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era
I defend myself in court, this is sport
I get signals from the source
I can twist and it contorts
I just feel like I’m a Porsche
I’m Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era
-era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era
E-a, e-a, e-a, e-a, e-a, e-a
[Nayirah:]
I defend myself in court, yes
Yes, this a sport, yeah
Signals from the source
Twist and contort
Feel like I’m a Porsche
Just like a Porsche
Yes, I’m Carrera
I defend myself in court, yes
Yes, this a sport, yeah
Signals from the source
Twist and contort
Feel like I’m a Porsche
Just like a Porsche
Yes, I’m Carrera
I defend myself in court, yes
Yes, this a sport, yeah
Signals from the source
Twist and contort
Feel like I’m a Porsche
Just like a Porsche
Yes, I’m Carrera