Skate On

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

Where the Almighty know, well alrighty then

I'm all mighty ho call me mighty Joe Quinn

With Josephine Baker in the Benz

On them shiny toes, glass slipper niggas with your Cinderalla shins

I'm a shark in the water, you see my flippers and my fins

The pool is my palace go and send them niggas in

Rockstar, let's take the Bentley for a swim

I run the world take your hood to the gym

Stretch it all out, get it all thin

Back on my fat shit get it all again

Rap on my back bitch, hip hop on my brim

You think you're high now

Well thy style's no higher than my eyebrows, this should be a sin

Cleanse, flow clear kinda like how air look

Or like a Cinderella pair look

Or like Cinderella barefoot

No matter how many ankles of crews

The moral of the story: you can't fill my shoes

Lu!

[Verse 2: Game]

(Mass murderer!)

And in the last verse from Lupe, touche

Ferrari drop top, but it came with a toupee

Niggas say they got cars like us, but do they?

Rap Phantoms, pack tannoms and strippers from

Atlanta, ménage à trois let em fuck, I watch, stay on

My j-o, only when I'm punchin' the clock, up

On the block, everything mine, I stay on my grind

Chasin' dollar signs, bumpin' Nas, it's halftime

And I'm the G-A, money signs it's easy nigga, don't

Want shit for free but weezy nigga, load the Glock up

Cops pop up, you can go to Iraq, take all the straps

Come back and couldn't stop us, Aston with the

Top jush, paint job, rock dust, hand with what I got

In the trunk will get us all locked up, so fuck niggas

And I'm talkin' from behind the trigga, now come

Get a nigga, cus I'm of niggas

[Hook:]

Hatin' on me, you wastin' your time

Nigga wanna kill me? Then go and stand in that line

Kill that shit, I ain't tryna hear that shit

[Gun cocking] I know you hear that shit

So nigga

Skate on, skate on (Whatchu gon do?)

Skate on, skate on (Lupe tell em nigga)

S-S-Skate on, skate on

Me and my niggas tryna stay on, skate on

[Verse 3: Game]

Usually wake up early like them Philly niggas

In the weed spot rolling kush A-R go get Philly nigga

First smoke a not, we swimming it hard rock

We push it out all spots 'till they get us up off blocks

Straight for the bout [?] pots, then bag it in in Banglocks

Watch for the top cops cus we nourish our own crops

Smoke it like blood clops, inside of the drug spot

Will take em to Van Gundy, big man on the block

Don't worry bout my residentials or my credentials

My flow will cocktail, through a Def Jam window

That's for Shekyan, I'm the rapper niggas fear

No need for Craig Mack to kick the flava in ya ear

Keep the Lambo in fifth gear, catch me on a sunny

Day, paint drippin' like Lil Weezy in Baby tears

King of LA I think I made it clear, ain't nobody outselling 5

It's a Eminem or Dre n shit

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Game]

Now I've been rappin' for 9 years, 4 months

45, 46, 47 seconds, I was Doctor Dre's weapon

Had the option to stay and kept swerving

Make some rookie mistakes but so did Kyrie Irving

If Fifty was Lebron on a bad night, or Floyd Mayweather

When many packi out did his jab right, I fucked a

Bad bitch but that was last night, and I ain't gon' say

No names but she was singing and her ass tight

This year I'm gettin' my cash right, 30 years old

Let Drake or Soulja Boy live fast life, who ever said

The Game wack, change that, (be) fore the thing claps

Niggas fucked up rap, I bought the flame back

Couple albums later, still the same cat, and my P-O

Only motherfucker thinkin' that I ain't strapped

Next time you doubt me, I'm a have my accountin' down

Southny, we can do this rap shit without me

I'm out G, and if 2011 Audi, twenty two parral leaf

Oils up like the Saudi's, bout to pick new broad from the hotel

Yo Pharrell, let em know