"Dear Fall" lyrics - LUPE FIASCO

[Dear Summer Beat]
Lupe Talking: Yessir What up Shinobi, Suzie what up...
Salaam alaikum... uh... yeah
What up Chi-Town, what up Westside
What up everywhere else in the woooorld
Haha... President Carter what up

Dear Fall! You might not know what my album is called
Its Lupe Fiasco's Food and Liquor
God willing September is when I plan to fall, I mean drop like the temperature
Then rock on right through the winter
Put something on they mind, give 'em lines to remember
Aw! a lifetime remember which is mine
Then recorded then enjoy then rewind then look into
My mis-adventures... adventures into the Underworld hanging with them cover girls
This ain't my enter naw on Arista I coulda been a contender
But BMG had a differant agenda
What up LA Reid? I still see ya
You still my homeboy won't even charge ya for a feature
I went from M.C. to being M.S. (a mess)
That's Microphone Controller to Motivational Speaker... neegas (niggas)
Staf Allah I'm not a prophet but Fahrenheit 1/15 is being quoted by preachers
Far from being a leader but I'm still being invited by teachers
Wit no Hennessey and no reefer
Give 'em a hand I came from hand-me-down sneakers
And I don't wanna boast or brag
But for what most niggas hope... a nigga done had
Chop game wit my Folk and split it in half
"You ain't gotta bring it back tomorrow" a nigga can have
Rich or broke... a nigga ain't mad
Self-esteem will make a regal ride like a silver Serath
Just wipe the French fries off the seat lean back and I tilt my hat
And I'ma head to the baseline
Free base to the [8x] at Baseline watching Jay put it together
I wonder if he knew while he was mumbling that this would push Lupe forever
Together... with the F-n-F crew
Atlantic on Post proudly present to you:
Some new, something fresh, something different
A lil to the left, a lil upliftin'
A lil good game, a lil hustlin'
Some SB Nikes, some nice crushed linen
Don't forget the skateboard, of course the nice women
Can I get a mic check a lil light dimming
And a fresh bottle of Vos, maybe with some light lemon
And you gotta blame my momma for the lil lightskinnin'
And this ain't written I swear Autumn
I was just recording em... as I thought em
A Y.G. F-n-F U.P.
23 year old V.P. wit a flow like Laudanum
That'll getcha sleepy but soon as they nod off that when I smelling salt 'em
What up Madison Street... how they gonna keep us off them?... PEEEEACE

[Beat cuts out]
Yeah, think that was good? yeah, that was good. that was good. Yo, I'm out