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"Oh Yeah!"

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Diggy, what's good man
It’s your big brother, Lupe
Long time comin'
It’s like the future meets the future, of the future
Ya heard, with some of that laid back, light up some of that Nag Champa
Let it marinate
You know some of that make you wonder
Make you ponder, what's he on
Most likely whats beyond you, it's a beautiful thing

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
This gon' be a fine ride
See it in my mind's eye
Black man in a white man’s world, Blind Side
Sweeter than key lime pies
Look how fast the time flies
Where you gonna be when the parties over and the wine dries
Yeah we got nine lives
But they got nine knives
We only get one chance and they get 9 tries
Tell you that dimes fly
Baby girls a fine price
All I see is money when I look inside this dime's eye
Life’s a b*tch I’ll be rich if I make her cry
Tear-soaked tissue turns to money if you let it dry
Increase my worth if she get hurt
I’ll make a fortune if she dies, take her off of that machine
I’ll benefit from her demise
Damn, thats how we are, take a life then buy out the bar
So let's celebrate, let's make a toast
To succeed in life just make a ghost

[Refrain: Diggy Simmons]
Oh yeah, I got it like
They screaming like, I can’t hear ya, louder
I got it like, they screaming like
Turn it up, oh yeah
You hear the crowd, they want it now
I puts it down, oh yeah
Owooh oh yeah yeah
Owooh oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah

[Verse 2: Pharrell]
The one metatronic
Mind control’s sonics
Davis and Shapira if your tryna get me on it
b*tches miss me they on it
Haters just leave a comment
And if how I drive make you sick of me, vomit
Let me finish my composite
As the game change it’s interesting how odd the cards get
Such a random thing and so ironic
I used to oh yeah, trying to defy logic
Trying to be the birdy, Jay said it was too early
Just trying to tell you whats happening, Shirly
I use my gut when my vision gets murky
Help me, but thank you Lord at the same time Mercy
Excuse my french I guess I am not worthy
Quietly touching numbers like your watch, observe me
Often misunderstood you often get me wrong
Y’all tryna get it in, I’m tryna get it on
Life is your wife that keep calling me saying he did it wrong
Life don’t suck, suck life till her tittie's gone
You n*ggas mission wrong
Plus you misinformed
Hanging under as*h*les you get sh*tted on


[Verse 3: Diggy Simmons]
Ahead of time, so I'm somethin' like a premie
And I got the co-sign from the dude who was pre-me
I don’t see none of y’all, you see me
Y’all can’t see me you Stevie
Blow up and I make it look easy
Yeah Im so wack cause Im on TV
If I am such an amateur, when I come around what you panic for?
Cause you know I’m hotter than a planets core
Hands are sore from writing ice
Colder than a winters lighting device
My clock is mad so my timing’s tight
I know you think Lupe’s writing right
But I’m this nice, foolish thoughts
Got more class than a school is taught
You haters talk out your cheeks I call it booty talk
I hold it down in the streets, I rep that new New York
Just a young-un that's doing his thing
So why are you distraught
I got you buster’s so gusted
Cause I wasn’t so much it's disgustin'
And I don't do the dougie or pumpin'
Got signed, new cousins been comin'
Don’t watch me, watch the repeats
You already know I think I’m Big Meech


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