Fah Real

Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fisaco

Every day in the street,
My heat too hard, I'm scared
Fah real
Every day in the street,
My heat too hard, I'm scared
Fah real
Every day in the street,
My heat too hard, I'm scared
Fah real
I'm a pimped out nigga
Who walks with canes, talk, slang, borrow from the Chi to Spain

What's the issue? Pistols, next to it I piss through.
I speak. Get it clear like last week. Crystals
Keep a vigil. your peeps want me to sleep
Where the fish do, so when I sleep
I keep my eyes open like a fish do
So official. Here's a gift too
Give to, them who
Want to see me in hell, like breathing in with 9s
To blow my mind like Eve and Gwen,
Don't speak to him
He get offended by words,
And I send him a bird
Get them disturbed
While they got in they cars
And defending they furs
And protecting they pockets like revenge of the nerds
Observe. Games I play know, like injured ankle, pulled hamstring
Glass half empty, but full canteen
They always wanna rub you off when you limping

Every day in the street,
My heat too hard, I'm scared
Fah real
Every day in the street,
My heat too hard, I'm scared
Fah real
Every day in the street,
My heat too hard, I'm scared
Fah real
I'm a pimped out nigga
Who walks with canes, talk, slang, borrow from the Chi to Spain

The young capitol, LU, from the avenue
Brushed natural, when something plus casual
I lay the mac to get the mackerel Hush, mad at you
Push bullets that crush clavicles and other bones
Run up in your mother home, still in the office
Hustling, I got forte of a young Boston Jorge
Who want horse play?
Thorough Breds with Co 45s in the Porshe
Bring it to your doorway
We all from the streets, but you do it the Broadway
You know they can't handle torch better
You better play wright like Andrew Lloyd Webber
Never change when I'm back at the source
Niggas change in the back of the sauce
So I gotta watch for the ride rapport
Rock watches out the ride reportin'
Pop cop out then cop a Volvo

Every day in the street,
My heat too hard, I'm scared
Fah real
Every day in the street,
My heat too hard, I'm scared
Fah real
Every day in the street,
My heat too hard, I'm scared
Fah real
I'm a pimped out nigga
Who walks with canes, talk, slang, borrow from the Chi to Spain

This the nigga that, push lambs in Brooklyn
Party with thieves ..
And cook grams, you wanna see me axed up, jacked up
Judge catch up over my cases, me and K-Swiss
Please, It's more drops for the races
Rocks for bracelets
Glocks for waistes
You don't want what I pulled out that dresser drawer
To get pulled out like dress and draws
No one dressed in your draws
Raw, salmonella, 40 cal Carrera, Accelerate
Rain on top like Umbrella
Wait, young fella
Hold your horses like trojan forces
Of course it's the scariest
Y'all sweet like Chariots
I move work, I mariachi
Still pimping, hustling, in the same clothes like the Simpsons.
Niggas keep ya distance
Every day in the street,
My heat too hard, I'm scared
Fah real
Every day in the street,
My heat too hard, I'm scared
Fah real
Every day in the street,
My heat too hard, I'm scared
Fah real
I'm a pimped out nigga
Who walks with canes, talk, slang, borrow from the Chi to Spain

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Who composed the song “Fah Real” by Lupe Fiasco?
The song “Fah Real” by Lupe Fiasco was composed by Wasalu Jaco p, k, and a: Lupe Fisaco.

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