Didn't U Know

[Intro] Uh uh uh uh uh Yeah That’s what I’m talking about Lemme clean my glasses Lemme wipe off my sneakers Lemme tilt my hat You understand [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Calm down, shorty, the alpha dude’s up They don’t wanna touch ‘em they alpha dude touch Just when they think they getting slick I lift Switch my altitude up Drop a little jewelry down Pick my valuables up lay my tomfoolery down They like the way I Converse They alpha dude Chucks But these Taylors here are tailor-made for me The Geminis the Pros and the Sh-Shayla Gs Yeah, a four-man squad that’ll play your league Play you four-on-forty, give you a hundred-point lead Then we still pimp the game like it’s Hunter’s point, please Homie (Homie) Y-y-ya know me (ya know me) You might see me down Stoney Island, Ridin’ Madison-Travelin’, Michigan-Visitin’ Roosevelt-Rollin’, Home and Roamin’ Halstead-Walkin’, Jeffrey’s-Joggin’ [Chorus] Yes, he's problems, didn’t you know? (echo) He’s here! [Verse 2: Shayla G] I’m right behind ya man Who you think better than I’m over ya heads like Excedrin I keep telling them I’m coming Keep pumping me like a veteran I do it Part in confidence just that my jargon’s number one in my conference I take state, raise stakes while joggin’ We take nationals no bargains I’m barging through the door I’m tired of knocking my knuckles are sore It’s nothing no more FNF hot like TNT pop D and D not Disturbed revenge of the nerds I told you vengeance is hers Time to get my grown woman on like bees and the birds Me and my squad like peas in a pod Haven’t you heard (echo) Homie (homie) Y-y-ya know me (ya know me) You might see me ‘bout Stoney Island Ridin’ 79th Wildin’ While while hundred stallions State Street grinding that’s who I am Didn’t you know (echo) He’s here! [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] Uh,You’re now Hip Hoppin’ with the better FNF I do it for the letters Track tripping pimping I do it for the cheddar I chat different, listen How I put it all together Wonder how I remain cool When I’m pedaling the fire When niggas got littler than a sweater in the dryer Homie, I was a pusher of medicines for hire So I can walk through the cookers without sweating my attire Get through the drought without sweating my supplier Without giving out my connect to the buyers I hope I get it correct Before the sun rises in the west And god sends his Messiah And then he wakes up the tired and is done Homie (Homie) Y-y-ya know me (ya know me) You might see me down Stoney Island-Ridin’ Madison-Travelin’ Lakeshore or State and Lake Street pacin’ Harvey-Hoppin’ Alden-Poppin’ K-Town-Creepin’ South Shore-Shufflin’ While while wanderin’ Housin’ Hustlin’ Hometown hero Chicago’s tomorrow West side hanger Yes, he’s danger Didn’t you know? (echo) He’s here!