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Roc-A-Fella Y’all

"Roc-A-Fella Y’all" Lyrics by Lupe Fiasco

All proceeds to my chain

Yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah

Should’ve never gave them niggas no money

We was in the store, man, but 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, man, but we ain’t want nothin’ (Nah)

‘Cause we was poor, 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’d be too heavy to hang it from the nail in the wall

Dangerously danglin’, sick with the languages

Speakin’ pangolin down at the animal mall, 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 track 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’s 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 ’til 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 Blaine 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, huh

Drifted the genetics ’til it speciated

Put variables in my dataset and then I deviated

It’s miracles in the dataset, it’s like a DBA

As TD Jakes without a CPA, I used to CTA

At Ferrari from that Harvey from this car seat, can’t believe he made it

Target hated, feelin’ like the 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, yeah

Roc-A-Fella, y’all

Huh, yeah

Impediments, 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 the DOS, I fed ’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 like a minister mixed with 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 pay attention even 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

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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