[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Peace, no material possessions shall cloud my judgement
As I reach, in an ethereal di
rection to provide my s
ubstance
Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this
I will respect myself and wea
r serenity as my neckla
ce
I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast
Shed a new light on a new pat
h
I will gain rhythm and lose wrath, attain wisdom and refuse graft
And build upon what I built o
n and wisely regulate t
ime I do have
’Cause what is defeat? But just the evidence of my haste
Lack of preparedness, in my w
aste, so I wait
Surround myself with nutrition, wholesomeness and true livin’
Use natural codes of conduct
to remove schism when t
he rules missin’
I will pursue felicity, find value in simplicity
Altruism and empathy will be
the first thing extende
d to my enemy
Clarity will be the trademark of my friendships
Just invest in my business an
d appreciative of the r
arity of my existence
[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
’Cause I got chillin’ by the million, t
ranquillo by the kilo
Nigga, nigga, what, and I got k
ilos by the sp
eedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bches and all my thugs, what’s up?
’Cause I got chillin’ by the million, t
ranquillo by the kilo
Nigga, nigga, what, and I got k
ilos by the sp
eedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I got bches on bches, all my dreams and my visions
I remember me fishin’ out of ca
nls in the tr
enches
Now a nigga be flossy, Rolls Royce lookin’ glossy
Quick to put down a demo to get
these haters
up off me
I like to smoke to myself, I just try to improve
Let my son hold my strap while
I swim laps in
the pool
Told my daughter the rules which we all must abide
Your daddy was far from perfect
, things we di
d to survive
I just wanted to fly, they always lookin’ down on us
School district full of killers
, I mean these
niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin’ for us
All I had was this music, I cou
ldn’t afford t
o do much
[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
’Cause I got chillin’ by the million, t
ranquillo by the kilo
Nigga, nigga, what, and I got k
ilos by the sp
eedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bches and all my thugs, what’s up?
’Cause I got chillin’ by the million, t
ranquillo by the kilo
Nigga, nigga, what, and I got k
ilos by the sp
eedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga
[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]
Young nigga say, ball
’Cause he ain’t really livin’ life ‘less he’s down to roll the dice
Put it all on the line for a couple dollars
And a bad bch that only think
about him if
he, call
Is it really worth the time and the effort?
Chasin’ wood grain and the leather
Puttin’ pressure on the pedal, I don’t want the devil
Hopin’ he, fall
Feed him to his nonsense, mothafk a contract
You don’t need a handout, they gon’ bring the bands out
Choppas make ’em stand down, go
od Lord
But you don’t wanna be another nigga
Chasin’ figures that never really add up
White folk pass your face
Dyin’ in the grass ’cause they
wouldn’t call
the, law
’Cause you’re hooded, black and they think you’re sellin’ crack
Maybe so, you don’t give a fk in a rut, nigga
’Til those in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin’ he was too young
Had a tool, tryna roll on the folk
Let it go on the folk but he wasn’t down to shoot one
Though the time dead and gone,
is YOLO what w
e on?
I heard different, it’s never t
oo late to lis
ten and be reborn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, go be reborn
Peace and understandin’ is what
you should be
on
[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
’Cause I got chillin’ by the million, t
ranquillo by the kilo
Nigga, nigga, what, and I got k
ilos by the sp
eedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bches and all my thugs, what’s up?
’Cause I got chillin’ by the million, t
ranquillo by the kilo
Nigga, nigga, what, and I got k
ilos by the sp
eedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga