So Ghetto

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Ugh Enemy of the State Aww, yeah [Verse: Lupe Fiasco] This one for Chilly Chill Food and Liquor flow Strong like it's been distilled by hillbillies in the hills And we moved down to Beverly So heavenly, waking niggas up like "Reveille" We won't be going back to you regularly, so, forget it Shadow flow, colder than Punxsutawney Phillip's My mind's on dope; my brain's on skillets Thoroughly trained to just bang off lyrics "Bang, bang, bang," like Pops Wayans— Witherspoon or with a fork Was coming out my egg like Mork Deserves his own head on Rushmore Flood the game like a giant in a dwarf shorts So long, niggas Career so short, it should be riding on a horse Mines is a horse But mines is the size you could sneak inside a fort Yours is a pony—it could sleep inside a Porsche I am on point like the eating side of forks So keep your head down like your reflection in a spoon Chilly Chill'll be out of Corrections real soon [Outro] Enemy God willingly Enemy of the State