(Verse 1 – Lupe Fiasco)
Gold medals, them my role models
Rolling old models, lowered old schools
Flowing cold and going gold follows
Flower bearing, call it petals to the floor
Power sharing, call it devils to the door
Power, power, til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be dropping at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All b*tch dope tip, wasn’t trapping with no ni**as
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, cracking off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, Now here’s my proposition
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit em
Then we take em to the radio, the DJ better spin em
Then we take em to the record store and sell a couple million
(Chorus – Gizzle)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen
(Verse 2 – Lupe Fiasco)
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that Superstar s**t, she wanted something for the streets
Said it might take bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil more info on exactly what I write
Some details bout a female, bout your life and what you like
She said, My life is like a bi**h, and I’m just like my life
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them ni**as started bussing
Like that boycott was over and that….overcoming
She said, ni**a hit the gas, went from zero to a hunnid
Now we running from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hanging out the window with that thumper she was dumping
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cumming
We was swerving, jumped the curb
And di**hed the whip and started running
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathing hard
And she was sitting there smoking kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like What is this?
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, what the f**k?
(Chorus – Gizzle)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen
(Verse 3 – Gizzle)
Well now this the s**t I’m talking bout, the s**t that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bi**h feel right at home
Now where the bi**hes?
Get them intergalactic asses to clapping
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trapping
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn getting a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this sh*t up
Why you standing there just looking, ni**a? Turn that s**t up
Hop in some of this alien pu**y, let me know how it work
I’m just saying, I’m gong be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, ni**a, nah ni**a
I ain’t in no rush
(Verse 4 – Lupe Fiasco)
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy f**k that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flying saucer pilot
But first thing’s gong be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, ni**a
(Chorus – Gizzle & Lupe Fiasco)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
Ni**a we’re going home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care no!
(Outro – Gizzle & Lupe Fiasco)
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do
Like I ain’t bout to pass up on all this s**t, you see this?
Like we time jumping and s**t
You wanna go back and do what, just rap?
You can rap up here!
Yeah ni**a, just rap
No you can’t, ni**a, this is space
You can’t, f**k that, we going home
DROGAS!
