[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Ugh
Enemy of the State
Aww, yeah

[Verse: Lupe Fiasco]
This one for Chilly Chill
Food and Liquor flow
Strong like it's been distilled by hillbillies in the hills
And we moved down to Beverly
So heavenly, waking n***as up like "Reveille"
We won't be going back to you regularly, so, forget it
Shadow flow, colder than Punxsutawney Phillip's
My mind's on dope; my brain's on skillets
Thoroughly trained to just bang off lyrics
"Bang, bang, bang," like Pops Wayans—
Witherspoon or with a fork
Was coming out my egg like Mork
Deserves his own head on Rushmore
Flood the game like a giant in a dwarf shorts
So long, n***as
Career so short, it should be riding on a horse
Mines is a horse
But mines is the size you could sneak inside a fort
Yours is a pony—it could sleep inside a Porsche
I am on point like the eating side of forks
So keep your head down like your reflection in a spoon
Chilly Chill'll be out of Corrections real soon
[Outro]
Enemy
God willingly
Enemy of the State