Gold Watch - Lupe Fiasco

Let’s peruse the essential of cool

A brief study of the things so instrumental to you

That make me feel flyer than lobbys at bellevues

An exclaimer just aramore no credentials from a school

Now

In my Falloron jeans, my head caught a wallet

My neighbor hood shirt and my Eddie Chen CLOT shit

My not go to college but my street smart polished

Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic

Do the knowlage, man you can’t be punk from projects

Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise

Was trading off my comics I was taking them to school

One of Jay-z's boys now I’m skating in your pools

Not to be rude I’m just hating on your rules

Like a young fifty I’m on my world tour

Good morning singapore I’m bringing the sun with me From the Robert Taylor homes to African slum cities

I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies

Norwegian sensibilities so stay out the vicinity of Yea, yea she loves it over here

It’s just, yea, yea now look at what I wear

Got my gold watch

And my gold chain

With my fancy car

And my diamond ring

With my fancy broad

And she full grain

So it’s no words

And it’s no slang

And I’m no trick

And I’m no lame

It’s just so sick

That she soak game

It’s just yea, yea she loves it over here

I like zip-t, candles and my Horishi sandles

And Vita sunglasses and purple murdersouses samples

I like false t-shirts though the street is off the handle

Such a good disgner Junior Wontanabi got genu

I like Go Tiama Moto and I might roll solo

Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polos

I like Mont Blanc pens and most gloomy paper

I like go-yard bags and green Now-n-Laters

Monical magazines and japanese manga

Futuring asperaticks and HTM trainers

I like street fighter 2 I just really hate zanga

If only Ken and Ryu I find it hard to beat Blanca

I keep a weak ninja hanging and a uncle while I’m banging

If you negativin energy stay of the vicinity of…

Got my gold watch

And my gold chain

With my fancy car

And my diamond ring

With my ghetto broad

And she so plain

Gotta couple SCARS

And one of those long names

And she fight a nigga

And cusses wit no shame

And her ex-man had her baggin up cocaine

But she.

It’s just yea, yea she loves it over here

And my most coveted thing is my high self-esteem

And the low tolerance for them tellin me how to lean

See the most important parts are the ones that are unseen

See the wings don’t make you fly and the crown don’t make you king

Now God don’t like ugly, ain’t too happy bout pretty

I am ignorance’s enemy so stay out of the vicinity of…

Yea, Yea the niggas over there

Yea, Yea now look at what I wear