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[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Gold medals, them my role models Rollin' old models lowered old schools, flowin' cold And goin' gold follows Flower bearin', call it petals to the floor Power sharin', call it devils to the door Power, power, 'til ain't no devils anymore Flower-flowers, they be droppin' at the feet of my sun Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum? It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer All-bitch dope tip, wasn't trappin' with no niggas Had a long money minor, do that action for them figures Her influence fully automatic, crackin' off the Richter, yeah! Walked up to my ride, asked me "Could she get inside?" She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied Told me, out here in the streets, she ain't have no competition And with me up on them beats Then we shared the same description With a blunt between her lips, she said "Now here's my proposition: You just write a bunch of raps for me and I'ma go and spit 'em Then we take 'em to the radio, the DJ better spin 'em Then we take 'em to the record store And sell a couple million," woo! [Chorus: Gizzle & Lupe Fiasco] I already got the money, already got the bitches I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper We gotta gon' do it Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Ugh, told me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin' for the streets Said it might take like a month, she said, "It better take a week" Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don't gotta do it twice But I need a lil' more info on exactly what I write Some details 'bout a female, 'bout your life and what you like" She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I'm just like my life" Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow! Yeah, them niggas started bustin' Like that boycott was over and that "we" had overcome it She said, "Nigga, hit the gas," went from zero to a hundred Now we runnin' from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach She was hangin' out the window, with that thumper she was dumpin' Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin' We was swervin', jumped the curb, and ditched the whip and started runnin' Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall So we ducked behind a bush and that's how we got overlooked I was shook and breathin' hard and she was sittin' there smokin' kush Then we both started to glow, we looked around like, "What is this?" And then we looked up and a light Came down and pulled us to a ship like, "What the fuck?" [Chorus: Gizzle] I already got the money, already got the bitches I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen (Shit!) [Verse 3: Gizzle] Well, now, this the shit I'm talkin' 'bout, the shit that I've been on Yeah, lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin' Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper Nah, I could never go back to trappin' And who needs Atlanta when you're on Saturn gettin' a lap dance With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up Why you standin' there just lookin', nigga? Turn that shit up Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work I'm just sayin', I'm gon' be there and I ain't in no rush (Nah nigga!) Nah nigga, I ain't in no rush [Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco] Ayy, I thought you couldn't rap, when you learn how to do that? Then what you need me for, if you already know how to flow? Ayy, fuck that, we gotta go, we'ldn't be in this hoe If you told me from the jump we wouldn't be on this UFO But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it Never thought that I would ever be a flyin' saucer pilot But first thing's gon' be first, when we get back to that earth I'ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga [Chorus: Gizzle & Lupe Fiasco] I already got the money, already got the bitches I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it Nigga we're goin' home, home! From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen You can kill me, I don't care—no! [Outro: Gizzle & Lupe Fiasco] Ayy, look, the basic thing is You can do whatever you wanna do Like I ain't 'bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin' and shit You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here! Yeah nigga, just rap No, you can't, nigga, this is Space You can't, fuck that, we goin' home DROGAS!