Yeah, man, you know, how you doing? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't nothing to it, ain't nothing to it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Welcome back, you feel me (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ha, Trakk, what up? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) Lies to the judge, rain in the sky And the sea might rise what slides to the mud Sty's to the flies from all kinds of demise Reporting live from the hive and all sides of the sludge One deep meditate, one street separate "Hi" to the Crips, "Goodbye" to the Bloods But it was the Souls, the Lords and GDs Segregated by the street in the Chi' where I was Got wise to the nudge Why buy a tub when they bayou'll flood? Better buy you a sub How you gon' survive in the club? You gon' kayak it 'cause when it rise up above And the waves come in push and the tidals'll shove What's an infrared dot to a whole dot gov? Look right in the eyes of a thug Lil' dumb street shit don't apply to the plug I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) My warning shots headshots, cut off all my dreadlocks I ain't wanna head wash no more What you mean headshot? Nigga said headshots Nigga like a helmet with a GoPro, but I mean Golgo 13, genius 'cause the verse mean 'Member we earthlings, nigga, can you put that in slow-mo? Hope so, headshots Brains in a pan, so that's a no-no Might not get it, but it's dope though, matter fact, loco Surrounded by gang members and a lot of po-po That's real, but it might sound like a joke though Never know, keep both sides in a chokehold I just wanted credit, used to sweat it like show clothes Now I don't even know who wrote those Maybe my ghost knows (boo) but we both cold I done used to write all my ghost flows, wrote each other solos (boo) Now the nigga say he want co-pros Money from the shelves and rights to the logo (boo, boo) "Do you want a lawyer?" No, ho I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yes Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, just like a Porsche Yes, I'm Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yes Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, just like a Porsche Yes, I'm Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yeah Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, yes, just like a Porsche, yes Yes, it's Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era)

Hey, you looking over there I got something to show you if you got the time to spare Equality's the highest and the price is very fair It's honestly the nicest thing that I have ever shared You look like the type that likes a diamond in his ear To walk around the town and be so shiny and revered Come across his boss and be so timely and prepared Look like a million dollars off of signing with the Bears I don't mean to be so deeply inside of your affairs But if I liked getting ripped off, then I'd be over there But that's why I'm over here, with that you should beware I'm only saying this because I really, really care I think it's more a temple, not a stall But no, not a religion, not at all I know it's kind of simple, and it's small But that's 'cause it's the middle of the mall If you wanna show off and just ball Or your intention is the drawers We got credentials for it all Welcome to the middle of the mall You ain't got a budget for these nuggets You can keep it Plain Jane and blow out they brains when you in public The matching ring chain gon' look insane when you untuck it They'll never know the difference, even if you let 'em touch it Now if you are a rapper or a trapper on the job It don't really matter if you get jacked, or you get robbed You can go on, let 'em have it, it's not a factor or a prob' Only thing that's gonna happen, you gon' get attacked by all the blogs Military rolling up, little boy you gon' be shot And you gon' be so attractive on the block Now, it might make you a magnet for the cops But please don't let them haters try and drag you from the top You ain't gotta be a criminal involved Know how to rap or knack for dribbling the ball Or be a prince or an emperor at all Everybody's equal in the middle of the mall We are not the center of applause But secretly the center of the cause This is where the finishers evolve In the middle of the malls Diamonds only worth what you are willing to pay A deceptive game you are killing to play Now I have diamonds, it's odd feeling this way But when they start to sparkle that star-glittering glaze It sways, takes your mind off today's Where preachers can praise AIDS as God killing the gays What a fucking phrase, never ceases to amaze But when he dies from cancer, that's God's mysterious ways Jesus saves, African sold slaves Gabriel's in Afghanistan passing out AKs It's a rage The diamond sometimes are suede's while putting 'em to the blade I have hesitations There, I've put it all on the table, I have my reservations Besides, we'll find something else useless to put our faith in You won't finish this here, we'll pick up after meditation Uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh It seems you've got the spirit of the appalled And you've got the lyrics and the draw I know some people love to hear it how you call You should join us in the middle of the mall I'm cool, man, I've got a watch already Well, excuse me

Socio, 101.5 ¡Buenos días, mi gente! Leticia, aquí, mandándoles saludos donde quiera que estén En Texas, México, Los Ángeles, hasta Colombia, Centro y Sudamérica, Miami, mi pana del Caribe, Barcelona y de regreso a Chicago Les mando besos (Mmmuah) ¡Saludos! Y que este día les traiga amor, dinero, prosperidad ¡Ay, mira no más! ¡Que sorpresa! Nuestro amigo Lupe Fiasco me dejó unas canciones para jugarles ¿Están listos? ¡Ándale, pues! ¡Aquí les va! ¡Drogas! (Yaaay) Dios es mi droga, si no a qué soy adicta Bonita chica, se encuentran de Costa Rica O tal vez Colombia y cantar sobre política Ambiente reggae, esto lucha en tono a esas mujeres Paz, paz, paz, paz sin pistolas (Pistolas) Sólo rosas, es mejor que la coca Coca, tranquilo Señorita, ven para ir a Barranquilla Besos, besos, besos, besos, besos ¿Cómo me veo? ¡Realmente bueno! Bueno, bueno Bueno, bueno Besos, besos, besos, besos, besos ¿Cómo me veo? ¡Realmente bueno! Bueno, bueno Bueno, bueno Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Dios es mi droga, si no a qué soy adicta Bonita chica, se encuentran de Costa Rica O tal vez Colombia y cantar sobre política Ambiente reggae, esto lucha en torno a las mujeres ¡Paz!