Skate On

[Produced by Infamous] [Intro: The Game] Lupe and me, red Ferrari 2010 infinity [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Where the Almighty know, well alrighty then I'm all mighty ho call me mighty Joe Quinn With Josephine Baker in the Benz On them shiny toes, glass slipper niggas with your Cinderalla chins I'm a shark in the water, you see my flippers and my fins The pool is my palace, go and send them niggas in Rockstar, lets take the Bentley for a swim I run the world take your hood to the gym Stretch it all out, get it all thin Back on my fat shit get it all again Rap on my back bitch, hip hop on my brim You think you're high now Well thy style's no higher than my eyebrows, this should be a sin Cleanse, flow clear kinda like how air look Or like a Cinderella pair look Or like Cinderella barefoot No matter how many ankles of crews The moral of the story, you can't fill my shoes Lu! [Verse 2: Game] (Mass murderer!) And in the last verse from Lupe, touché Ferrari drop top, but it came with a toupee Niggas say they got cars like us, but do they? Rap Phantoms, pack tannoms and strippers from Atlanta Ménage à trois let 'em fuck, I watch Stay on my J-O, Rolie when I'm punching the clock Up on the block, everything mine, I stay on my grind Chasing dollar signs, bumping Nas, it's halftime And I'm the G-A, money signs, easy nigga Don't want shit for free but weezy nigga Load the Glock up, cops pop up You can go to Iraq, take all the straps, come back and couldn't stop us Aston with the top kush, paint job rock dust Hand what I got in the trunk and get us all locked up So fuck niggas and I'm talking from behind the trigger Now come get a nigga, cause I'm sick of niggas [Hook] Hatin' on me, you wastin' your time Nigga wanna kill me? Then go and stand in that line Kill that shit, I ain't tryna hear that shit I know you hear that shit, so nigga Skate on, skate on (with your bullshit) Skate on, skate on (Lupe tell em nigga) S-S-Skate on, skate on Me and my niggas tryna stay on, skate on [Verse 3: Game] Usually wake up early like them Philly niggas In the weed spot rolling kush A-R go get a Philly nigga First smoke a not, we swimming it hard rock We push it out all spots 'till they get us up off blocks Straight for the bout pots, then bag it in in Banglocks Watch for the top cops cus we nourish our own crops Smoke it like blood clops, inside of the drug spot Will take em to Van Gundy, big man on the block Don't worry bout my residentials or my credentials My flow a cocktail through a Def Jam window That's for Shekyan, I'm the rapper niggas fear No need for Craig Mack to kick the flava in ya ear Keep the Lambo in fifth gear, catch me on a sunny day Paint drippin' like Lil Weezy in Baby tears King of LA I think I made it clear Ain't nobody outselling 5 except Eminem and Dre this year [Hook] [Verse 4: Game] Now I've been rappin' for 9 years, 4 months 45, 46, 47 seconds, I was Doctor Dre's weapon Had the option to stay and kept swerving Made some rookie mistakes but so did Kyrie Irving If Fifty was Lebron on a bad night Or Floyd Mayweather when Manny Pacquiao did his jab right I fucked a bad bitch but that was last night And I ain't gon' say no names but she be singing, and her ass tight This year I'm gettin' my cash right, 30 years old Let Drake or Soulja Boy live fast life Who ever said The Game wack, change that 'fore the thing clap Niggas fucked up rap, I bought the flame back Couple albums later, still the same cat And my P-O, only motherfucker thinkin' that I ain't strapped Next time you doubt me, I'mma have my accountant down south me You can do this rap shit without me I'm out G in a 2011 Audi, 22' Pirellis oiled up like the Saudi's About to pick Lupe up from the hotel Yo Pharrell, let em know