Hip-Hop Saved My Life - Lupe Fiasco, Nikki Jean

Dedicate dedicate

Uh this one right here goes out

To my homie with the dream

Naw-mean

He said I right what I see

Write to make it right

Don’t like where I be

I like to make it like

The sights on TV

Quite the great life

So nice and easy

See now you can still die from that

But it’s better than not being alive from straps

Agreed

A mead notebook and a bit that click

When it’s pushed and a wack beat

That’s a track that’s weak

That he got last week

Cuz everybody in the stu?

Was like that’s that he A base heavy medley with a sample from the 70s

With a screwed up hook that went

STACK THAT CHEESE

Somethin' somethin' somethin'

STACK THAT CHEESE

Mother sister cousin

STACK THAT CHEESE

He couldn’t think of nothin'

STACK THAT CHEESE

He turns down the beat writers block impedes

Crying from the next room a baby in need

Of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep

That plus a black cadillac on D’s

Is what keep him on track to be a great MC

One you never heard of I push it hard to further the

Grind I feel like murder but

Hip Hop has saved me One you never heard of I push it hard to further the

Grind I feel like murder but

Hip Hop has saved my life

Reps Northside so he rocks them braids

Eleven hundred friends on his MySpace page

Stack that cheese got seven hundred plays

Producer made him take it down

Said he had to pay

Open mic champ 2 weeks in a row

Ex dboy with a bboy flow

Glow like leroy you should see boy go Got a daddy servin life and a brother on The Row

Best homie in the grave

Tatted up while in the cage

Minutemaid got his momma work like a slave

Down baby momma who he really had to honor

Cuz she was his biggest fan

Even let him use her Honda to Drive up to dallas went to open up for amateurs

Let him keep her debit card

So he could put gas in it Told her when he get on He gon take her to the galleria and

Buy up everything but the mannequins ya dig

One you never heard of I push it hard to further the

Grind I feel like murder but

Hip Hop has saved me One you never heard of I push it hard to further the

Grind I feel like murder but

Hip Hop has saved my life

His man called said «your time might be now»

They played your freestyle over «Wipe me down»

They played it two times

Said it might be crowned

As the best thing out the H-TOWN in a while

He picked up his son with a great big smile

Rapped every single word to the newborn child

Then he put em down and went back to the kitchen

Put on another beat and got back to the mission

Of get his momma out the hood

Put her somewhere in the woods

Keep his lady lookin good

Have her rolling like she should

Show his homies it’s a way

Other than that flippin Yay

Bail his homie outta jail

Put a lawyer on his case

Throw a council for the school

Show them that it’s really cool

Throw some candy on the cadi

Chuck the deuce and act a fool

Man it feels good when it happens like that

Two days from goin back from sellin' crack… yessir

One you never heard of I push it hard to further the

Grind I feel like murder but

Hip Hop has saved me One you never heard of I push it hard to further the

Grind I feel like murder but

Hip Hop has saved my life

Hip Hop has saved my life