Skate On Lyrics - The Game Ft Lupe Fiasco

[Lupe Fiasco]
Where the almighty know, well alright then
I’m all mighty ho call me mighty joe quinn
With josephine baker in the benz on them shiny toes
Glass slipper n-ggas with your cinderella shins
I’m a shark in the water
You see my flippers and my fins
The pool is my palace go and send them n-ggas 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 Lupe

[The Game]
Mass murderer and in the last verse from lupe, touche
Ferrari drop top, but it came with a toupee
N-ggas say they got cars like us, but do they?
Rap phantoms, pack tannoms and strippers from Atlanta,
Ménage à trois let em f-ck, i watch, stay on
My j-o, only when i’m punchin’ the clock, up
On the block, everything mine, i stay on my grind
Chasin’ dollar signs, bumpin’ nas, it’s halftime
And i’m the g-a, money signs its easy n-gga, don’t
Want shit for free but weezy n-gga,
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 jush, paint job, rock dust, hand with what i got
In the trunk will get us all locked up, so f-ck n-ggas
And i’m talkin’ from behind the trigga, now come
Get a n-gga, cus i’m of n-ggas
Hatin’ on me, you wastin’ your time
N-gga wanna kill me? Then go and stand in that line
Kill that shit, i ain’t tryna hear that shit

Gun cocking i know you hear that shit so n-gga
Skate on, skate on
Whatchu gon do?
Skate on, skate on
Lupe tell em n-gga
Skate on, skate on
Me and my n-ggas tryna stay on, skate on

[The Game]
Usually wake up early like them philly n-ggas
In the weed spot rolling kush a-r go get philly n-gga
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 will cocktail, through a def jam window
That’s for shekyan, i’m the rapper n-ggas 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 five It’s a Eminem or dre n shit
Hatin’ on me, you wastin’ your time
N-gga wanna kill me? Then go and stand in that line
Kill that shit, i ain’t tryna hear that shit

Gun cocking I know you hear that shit
So n-gga Skate on, skate on whatchu gon do?
Skate on, skate on Lupe tell em n-gga
S-s-skate on, skate on
Me and my n-ggas tryna stay on, skate on

[The 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
Make some rookie mistakes but so did kyrie irving
If fifty was Lebron on a bad night, or Floyd Mayweather
When many packi out did his jab right, i f-cked a
Bad bitch but that was last night, and i ain’t gon’ say
No names but she was 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 claps
N-ggas f-cked up rap, i bought the flame back
Couple albums later, still the same cat, and my PO
Only motherf-cker thinkin’ that i ain’t strapped
Next time you doubt me, i’mma have my accountin’ down southny,
We can do this rap shit without me
I’m out g, and if 2011 audi, twenty two parral leaf
Oils up like the saudi’s, bout to pick new broad from the hotel
Yo pharrell, let em know!