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Lupe Fiasco - Deliver [OFFICIAL AUDIO]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco
Lead Vocals
PJ
PJ
Additional Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M. Thomas
M. Thomas
Songwriter
P. Jones
P. Jones
Songwriter
T. Griffin
T. Griffin
Songwriter
Wasalu Jaco
Wasalu Jaco
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco
Executive Producer
Free Chilly
Free Chilly
Executive Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Bob Horn
Bob Horn
Mixing Engineer
MoeZart
MoeZart
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
No no no, no no no
Hey
Hey
[Verse 2]
Thirty something shots from the ghetto gun
All in the ears of the ghetto young
Some ghetto girls, some ghetto sons
Throwing rocks at the bus and other ghetto fun
I always wondered where the ghetto from
'Cause I'm from the ghetto, the never ghetto come
Buzz you in if the bell of my ghetto rung
And if the ghetto lose, that mean the ghetto won
That's how they do the ghetto, that's how the ghetto done
They keep it, they never bring the ghetto none
What make the ghetto tick, make the ghetto run
What make the ghetto sick, make the ghetto dumb
These **** off that ghetto beer and that ghetto rum
And that ghetto bass with my ghetto drums
And these ghetto words and these ghetto problems (Ooh)
Get ghetto sums, that's why
[Verse 3]
The pizza man don't come here no more
Too much dope
Too many **** on the porch
So the pizza man don't approach (No, no, no)
Pizza man don't come here no more
Too many **** on the block
Too many **** gettin' shot
So the pizza man don't stop (Pow, pow, pow)
The pizza man don't come here no more
Too many **** gettin' robbed
**** don't wanna starve
But **** ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah
The pizza man don't come here no more
Deliver (Hey)
Deliver (Ooh)
Deliver
[Verse 4]
Is it 'cause they're sellin' nicks out there all day
'Cause the prostitute suckin' dick in the hallway
Little Caesar's never sending pizza out y'all way
Papa John's never get delivered where y'all stayed
The ghetto was a physical manifestation
Of hate in a place where ethnicity determines your placement
A place that defines your station
Remind you ****, your place is the basement
White people in the attic
**** sellin' dope, white people is the addicts
White folks act like they ain't show us how to traffic
All that dope to China, you don't call that trippin'?
Breaking Bag, learned that from a TV
So don't say it's politics when you see me
When you gonna apologize for your CD?
****, that don't match red and black to a GD
[Verse 5]
The pizza man don't come here no more
Too much dope (Ooh)
Too many **** on the porch (Oh yeah)
So the pizza man don't approach (No, no, no)
Pizza man don't come here no more
Too many **** on the block (Hey)
Too many **** gettin' shot
So the pizza man don't stop (Pow, pow, pow)
The pizza man don't come here no more
Too many **** gettin' robbed
**** don't wanna starve
But **** ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah
The pizza man don't come here no more (Here no more)
Deliver (Hey)
Deliver (Ooh)
Deliver
[Verse 6]
Can I get delivered from the sin?
Get a little slice of Heaven, I can enter in again
Or maybe just imagine that I'm livin' in a mansion
Or a palace, and my pizza gets delivered in a Benz
Make a savior out of savage, like they made it out of magic
So it take a **** havoc, and it make it into friends
You don't even need a salad, it don't make a **** fatter
Actually take a **** backwards and make a **** thin
That's a deep dish, Chicago-style, get a peace stick
Home run hitter, I be drillin' on the weak pitch
Pay unto the plate, then I put it on your face
I'm a man, never biting on the hands that I eat with
No Giordano or DiGiorno
Homemade, Bull City, bring it to him like a toro
Throwing dough up in the air, bottom to the top, and shredder
Full of cheese smarter than a purple ninja turtle
[Verse 7]
Pizza man don't come here no more (Here no more)
Too much dope
Too many **** on the porch
So the pizza man don't approach (No, no, no)
Pizza man don't come here no more
Too many **** on the block
Too many **** gettin' shot
So the pizza man don't stop (Pow, pow, pow)
The pizza man don't come here no more
Too many **** gettin' robbed (Hey)
'Cause **** don't wanna starve
But **** ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah
The pizza man don't come here no more (Here no more)
Deliver (Oh)
Deliver (No no)
Deliver (Hey)
No no no, no no no
So sad, 'cause the pizza man don't fuck wit us no more
No no no, no no no
(Hey) Hey, hey
Written by: M. Thomas, Marcus James Stephens, P. Jones, T. Griffin, Wasalu Jaco
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