They call me Lupe, I be your new day
They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet
But they can't,
they accent it like the UK Turn that Oudé,
Lupe de Pepe,
let you spray
Flagrantly fragrant and they can't escape
it My perfume pursued them everywhere that
they went Y'all wanna lonely, my cologne alone
Is a little too strong for you to be putting on
Trust me,
I say this justly I went from musty to musky and y'all can't
must me I born y'all corn balls, I hush puppy
The swans in the pond call my duck ugly
But now they hug me because it's lovely
They love the aroma of aroma of the world Got
the shakers and the skaters and the players
And the girls keep the fakers and the
flakers And the haters in its world
You want the formula?
Hey, I got ya You want the realness?
Well,
I got ya I know you're sick of them niggas becoming
watcha Either they pips or they macs or they mobsters
You want the real *?
Hey, I got ya You see my niggas here?
You know we proper You know we do it
And I'm from Chowtown,
that's why our flies round Keep some Cartier frames over my eyes,
now
We used to gang bang a lot of that and I'd die
down Children of the Hat Tilton keeping hope alive,
now
All with no high,
I do it so fly Banksy's attack helicopter with the bow tie
I love my city,
really hope that God bless it Have my mind
moving faster than that hog in the hedges
Welcome all of y'all to my dark recesses This
is where I keep the bars like bathtub edges
My Ivories and my Doves,
my Levas and my Zeses It takes half of
your bubble bath to match the freshness
The belly of the beast,
you know I'm from it I wrap it in a towel,
hit on my pal in the stomach
And I be on my green like Irish Spring Then I coast fudge with it,
get a mouthful of soaps,
man
You want the mama?
Hey, I got ya You want the realness?
Well, I got ya
I know you're sick of them niggas becoming watcha
Either they pips or they macs or they mobsters
You want the real *?
Hey,
I got ya You see my niggas here,
you know we proper
You know we do it right,
right,
right,
right,
right,
yeah,
you know we do it
And so to sign off,
this beat I rhyme off It's from Thelonious P and Hugo Mime Boss
You feel it in the air,
it's such a fine force But you don't hear me though,
just like a mime's torch
That's cause I'm in Europe,
me and my French tourer I'm on my pimp,
my temperature is tempura
I take it easy on my watch,
I'm watching TV And my cleanest Maharishi,
see the hair is
trying to beat me I continue to do lose pace
Them say him got two heads and four eyes,
just like Screwface
But see my secret's safe,
it's in my secret safe That's in my secret room,
on my secret base
So from the runner of the FNF crew,
come in hip hop We've come to resurrect you,
you,
you,
you,
you,
you,
you,
you
Yes sir!
FNF, you, peak!