Yeeeuhhhf and f uhhyeeeu know wat im sayini figai feel like i should jusu know show ppl otha side that werent awareu no wat im sayin that are presently unaware that dont know about ityou no wat im sayin you know jus show them thers anotha side to this thing right here we call bling

(verse 1)

allow me to break down the game behind the braclets, earings, chains, watches, and rings the bling the cystal incrusted, princess flooded, canary studed blue coloured, and blood stainedyee the older brother of the drug game the giva of fame the takawaya a lamethe inpowerer of the kings that came wit claims and diseased to leave were the native people were stayinbelieve my engagment ring recevin floss at the cost of a bonded child minus painlong ago kings used to wear em in they armor wen they faught otha armys because it used to scare emif u wasnt rich couldnt wear emwitches used to marry em theyd a shoot u before they share emthe gift and the curse the vindaminacerum most hated ladies best freind gettin merced for a clerum

(corus)
(Lupe Fiasco talking)
yeeyou know wat im sayini aint comin down on nobodyyou know wat im sayini aint tryin to judge nobody or nutin like thatyou know wat im sayin ive lost toi might go and get me a pinky ring tommrowyou know wat im sayinbut i jus want u to see manu know wat im sayinjus see man

(verse 2)

Ceso road sold world when genocide into the countryside jus to get his shine on
i fear wit the beers and and his peers used to dobefore the world really knew jus to get ther mind onmakin paper wit slave laba and hittin little kids wit life time beards makin them cuttin shine stonesinflatin the price and makin them look nice and i wasnt thinkin twice wen i was puttin my owni baught a young shawty in scierra leaon or the conflict countrys that people call homei figured that i'd neva go to Angola so it neva did effect me that maybe indirectlythat my necklace was fundin a rebellion or a milatery crew started by milicious's that dont believe in followin none of giniva's rulesi was brushin of the hater's tryna be cooldidn't have a clue that the rapper's were helpin the rapersraiders are the villagerspillagers are the schoolsshooters are the innocenttorcherer's are the witnesesburners are the busines'sand my bracelet was the fewi aint pushin an agenda homie im jus pushin the facts fuck bushcuz his people doin worse on this earth and they blackim sick that they herenow let me bring it back

(Verse continued)

we all no for shure that they finance war's but ask yaself do they finace yours?when i first got mine i took em out on tourto they they lost half they value when i took em out the storeor it was full of moise of knights and cubicxbut the jewla knew i was stupid
and that i couldn't prove itfeelin like i need it cuz i do musicto impress the groupies and the intaviewer'sso i didn't praise it nor did i loop iteven gave em to my girl thinkin i was cupidhomies was on hate hopin they could make me lose itcreepin thru my own hood knew i had to remove iti see the russian mafia the jewish mobstersthe undacover terroristsand the traps for the hustler's homie its a rap for the nonsense rhyminprops to kanye i call it conflict diamonds

(Corus)
(lupe fiasco talking)