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!