Yes Indeed - Mistah F.A.B., Lupe Fiasco, Fashawn

With hopes of one day owning a yacht, drop an O on the block

Get low from the cops, y’all know I been hot

Since 1st Street, over 20 deep in the spot

See what the turf breeds, black sheep, bad seeds

I had steez, since the days of baggy jeans

Tall tees, oversized caps, that was me

Gradually, I get some clothes that fit

Guess I changed my style, let me see, that’s it

It was the G’s, the trips, overseas, the chicks

Stopped squeezing the pen and started deleting my friends

Foes, numbers out of my Blackberry Bold

Unplug the phone, I don’t want to be reached

In deep, close my eyes and let my pen dream

You couldn’t scribble a better scenery

As I paid my dues, some paid cash, I caught fire

They got gassed, I just laughed

The man on the bottom finally made it to the top

I’m just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they shocked

The underdog finally made it to the top

I’m just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they hot

Opus of a ghetto boy, the realest

Snatch my strings from Geppetto’s ploys, plots, and schemes

Steadily intervene, to feel them ring

And a nigga ill, like Mr. Clean

From Philly to Philistine

If you feel it, feel esteemed

I’m a delicate, intricate, full of green

Decorated soldier, militant since a teen

Roll like the heads of kings from guillotines

Where boys from the hood and girls from

The company I keep keep me comfortably in team

In tune with the times that we currently

Both sides of the story, I’m reporting from between

Yes, and this pursuit is the proof

And representative of my Midwest roots

Coming home to roost with a great big bowl of the soul’s chicken noodle soup

You can call me Lupe, I keep you in the loop (ayy)

Keep you in the news, to keep you out the noose

Mister Fabby Davis, your mama has arrived

Salutations to The Bay, Mac Dre is alive

The man on the bottom finally made it to the top

I’m just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they shocked

The underdog finally made it to the top

I’m just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they hot

Hey look I started from the bottom now I’m here

Hey but I really started in the rear

In the back like where them crackers wanted Rosa to sit

But out the park I arose from the bench

I’m the phoenix, I arose from the pit

And my clothes didn’t fit, and my shows wasn’t thick, and my flows didn’t spit

I was rambling words, not making any sense

I was stuck on the curb with a pocket full of lint

But mama look at me now, little Stan is the man

And people go out they way to take pictures and shake my hand

I could run for mayor and possibly even win

Liberty is a little me with your gram

Smile mama, smile mama, you can rest in peace

Just wanted to make you happy, now mama just look at me

I’m doing songs with Lupe, oh it’s a new day

Remember me, Clyde Carson, and Balance was the new Bay?

Road trips with Gary Archer, arguing with D-Ray

Now it’s million dollar deals, my lawyer closing on a threeway

Mama, remember we used to hit the Warriors game?

Now they won it all and I was sitting by LeBron James

Lebron James, Lebron James

Front row Fabby