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A lot of that Chilly story is weaved throughout the music.
Lupe the Killer is basically an admission, if you listen close enough.
I'm Colonel Mustard with the speech
They ain't catchin' me, no suspicions of stickin'
No convictions on my rap sheet
I'm so committing lay my murder game,that's sweet
Speakeasy like Prohibition, no admission
If you ain't knocking like me to the underground bar, burying a toast
Dodging the raid like roach, ***** please
Since my entrance, my *****s had packs
They moved em to a trap like Winston
Far from bustas, baby nah
All my homies henchmen
I was the rhymer, my talk went through the walls like Slimer
Or like, eating vagina
Or, a stray bullet, whichever ways I put it
Crooks was hooked like crooks through neighborhoods I pushed it
Little Caesar *****s pizzas was like "book it"
Delivery mean like Leroy Green
They couldn't take it to the places I took it
Beware, you don't look it
You ain't dressed for this affair
I'm hooded in the bushes like uh
1st & 15th
I’m glad y’all enjoying this as much as I am
. Lupe caught his groove with this one. Doesn’t sound rehashed...but it’s reminiscent of his prime...while also refreshing with new flows and production. I rock with it heavy. I said on here a few times. But I used to be a big time Lupe fan. He’s the standard to me in certain aspects when he gets it right. This was real encouraging.
