H.a.m. Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

I feel a little bit forgiven, Thank God 

Allow me this day 

I feel so high when I be living 

They can't stop me, know how 

Uh uh, no way 

I don't play, me and Tim, me and him 

We rocks out, oh you p do that 

No shoes, just some socks out 

Relaxing in the club, DJ'ing 

Playbacking, everything that I do 

They don't know what happen 

They be trying, I deny them at the bucket I say f-ck it 

If they want it than they love it 

If they don't than they can suck it 

And, what I mean by it 

You should re-try it 

I'm on my Dean, you be on a dean-diet 

And I dont even like it 

Everytime you rap it, I swear I close my eyes 

I wish I could close my ears from this racket 

I aint having it, I tennis while you bin it 

I stay on it, I strong as Popeye with some spinach 

You as long as short something 

You be tryna ten it see 

I aint going HAM, I'm going bacon, going pig 

I'm going whole cow, look at me, what I did 

You wish you could, but you just kid 

I'm a grown man on it, my own man on it 

Come in your house, now your home damn haunted 

See everybody dead, bullet holes in the head 

But I aint kill em, I hit em with the flow instead 

My flow like bullets, they like hollow tips 

I wish you would if you could, if you would try it 

But you can't so back to denying the 

They be lying ah, 

I be so up on my truthless and I'm so ruthless 

Ferrari top down yeah I got like four of those 

And my Ferrari so clean it got four doors 

Only got two LUP on that new sh-t 

New Ferrari 400i, that blue kit 

So I got my rims and my watch and my rings on 

Yeah I got my bling on 

Go ahead and sing songs 

If you want I tell no tales and no lies 

I drop no dimes on my homies 

I keep them alive behind the bar 

Shout to Chilly chill, I'm so really real 

And the streets so deep, you wish that I wasn't but I am cousin 

God damn he be buzzing 

Ne weed no liquor, MD offa something 

See my brain just flows and see just how I goes 

And I'm from Chicago and I'm letting n-ggas know 

You can cut it out and scratch it or baste it 

Or send it through the strainer but please don't waste it 

Make sure you clean the plates when I'm done cooking 

I'm Lil B, I am big ME, you little he, ahh 

Sometin' better, theres none of that, I'm running rap 

Everything around it like hustling trap, stuntin that 

Everything you bad at, I do so well 

Then I eat the whole beat than put it on sale 

That means I put it out to see 

You never get it back 

It's only coming back to me, uh 

Indeed, it's the LUP, Tim Westwood on our BBC Business 

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