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