Lupe Fiasco - Deleted Instagram Freestyle

I said

Before you try and stare me down, you gotta master the banisters

That mean when you walk up, you gotta keep your hand on the Caliber

It's Escalade

Student of the pro's, never been a fan of the amateurs

The way you be movin' with the hoes I think that you a plant and a panicle

You gotta hold your ground learn how to stand in your stamina

Hear me?

Stop tryna dodge, if you're gonna challenge a challenger

Remember the steps

All that jumpin off the porch just gon' get you hit by a vet

Porsche porsche

Look, cars is bars likе I'm bloodin' or sum'

Above it all, I done shed tеars like I'm cuttin' a onion

This nigga's a bitch, he gon' call the cops

The dick's gon' come like he fuckin' a woman

Now we gotta run, cause he couldn't tussle at run-in's

Lost his muscles or sum'

He was Super Saiyan, but he lost his key

Now he wanna start shit 'cause we was touchin' his buttons

I ain't trippin I just call that a blemish on a target

He'll call the cops, and he'll sync eye, cause he can't finish what he started

See that's just what happens when a dentist, meets a artist

And he don't see a real gangsta grille, until he see me, grinnin' at his garbage

Look, I ain't mad I'm glad

I just came for the bag laughin' at his ass

He don't really understand that there's a gap, between a magnum and the blast

It's all gravy, you can have it in stash, but in the avenue of cash if you ain't cappin' a blast then it don't matter if you havin' a pass

Nigga, you know my past, they should put my monogram on graph

I Jay-Z this nigga, slam on the gas

He got hit by a 'vette, now he in the air, like a plane

Then he land on the grass

I cannabis this nigga, household name

Yeah, my hand on a pad

You ain't even famous in your house, why you be gamblin' bad?

Lux called, said them niggas is talkin' this shit

Like these birds of feather don't think I'll fal-cons and put a hawk on the wrist

Set it up, we can shut down the palms, have a ball and a first

But it's a pot and you might get fucked up it's a ?

Fuck that, wherever you wanna run it is good

Your block

Now cuz gettin' hit with the cars all in front of the hood

They was like Lu' came through solo

His name was his logo

Pop that nigga in his chest like he was Bolo

Chopped him in the neck, like he ain't wanna know who was in the photo

He was handlin' 'em crazy, got randy with his wavy

Got all family with the ladies

That nigga was throwin' his bars

But Lupe was lookin' like this shit is easy as takin' candy - from a baby

(Woo!)