Lupe Fiasco - SLR 2 lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lupe Fiasco - SLR 2 lyrics]
For real though, like for real though
Like for real
You know what I'm sayin', I don't even
It's like, niggas must forget who the fuck
Did what the fuck when the fuck
When niggas was still, not the fuck
Or whatever fine then, I say
Dear Lord, have mercy on my banana clips
Give 'em half, call it that banana split's
But my halves is really like a banana 6
Do these bananas have any idea who
They on the planet with?
Apes, yeah you bananas to the grapes
That mean your bitch got a banana in her face
And wine on her chin
Get these heathens off of my trunk
And all of these swine up off my rims
Tryin' to take the shine up off of my Benz
SLR, nigga please
Niggas 'bout to go to work so
These bitches gon' have to leave
Gon' roll around with that B-Y
Nigga just roll up my sleeve got body plans
So I karate stance so I could open up my chi
Lu the boy, too Bruce Leroy to destroy
Doo doo beat like two T-boys
With one freak one me
But, I can DP like it's three more
Three rewards for me or me or me
Or me or me or me
Team me is like meat eating
Animals meeting a meteor
Dinosaurs, I'm fine with all kinds of wars
Knives and swords, lions, tigers bitin' boars
Lightening striking Viking hordes
Fighting heightened, violence soars
That was Adolf, reacting to my new shit
Translation: how come he can't be
As evil as Lu get?
Well that's cause you ain't Lu, bitch
Took two sips of the holy grail
Then I backed up and I turned around
And I bent over and pittoo'd shit
I love Jay, that's my nigga
I feel sicker than a cruise ship
I ain't competition, I don't move shit
The only opposition is this new shit
These new niggas rappin' like they 2
They be actin' like they you
Man that's - w heeew shit
What happened to the game?
Niggas think they Jappin' cause they
Rappin' like they Wayne
Rappin' like they Chainz
I ain't matchin' them in platinum
But, I'm rappin' like I'm flames
Like smackin' them in the back of him
And my antonyms is on 'cain
And my heroin is on metaphors and
My metaphors is on brains
My left foot is in LA but
My right foot is in Spain
Now we all heard what he said
But what he said means we dead
And that shit is insane
He's so crazy, look at the little baby
Nigga you ain't Nas, nigga you ain't Jay-Z
You will respect me, you will reject me
But, I've done so much, no
Matter how far you go, you will reflect me
SLR, nigga please
These niggas 'bout to go to work so
These bitches gon' have to leave
And when the bitch gone, knee shots disabled
DVD of Dick Jones in your TV and
A grenade all on your table
And my punch bowl's like an ocean
And I lay it on by the ladle
But, it's so strong, when I pull it out
I'm only hangin' on to a handle
Satan on my ankles while I'm
Hangin' on to an angel
Ain't hatin' on that you hatin' wrong
Cause you can't hang on to my angles
It's hard being a Lupe fan
Go to Harvard to be a Lupe stan
I ain't sayin' that I'm harder
It's just harder when it's in Lupe's hands
Welcome nigga, Lupe Land, SLR
Here we go, FL bars
Hold up, go back to the hard part
Would say pause
But, I was talkin' 'bout my own balls nigga
Like for real
You know what I'm sayin', I don't even
It's like, niggas must forget who the fuck
Did what the fuck when the fuck
When niggas was still, not the fuck
Or whatever fine then, I say
Dear Lord, have mercy on my banana clips
Give 'em half, call it that banana split's
But my halves is really like a banana 6
Do these bananas have any idea who
They on the planet with?
Apes, yeah you bananas to the grapes
That mean your bitch got a banana in her face
And wine on her chin
Get these heathens off of my trunk
And all of these swine up off my rims
Tryin' to take the shine up off of my Benz
SLR, nigga please
Niggas 'bout to go to work so
These bitches gon' have to leave
Gon' roll around with that B-Y
Nigga just roll up my sleeve got body plans
So I karate stance so I could open up my chi
Lu the boy, too Bruce Leroy to destroy
Doo doo beat like two T-boys
With one freak one me
But, I can DP like it's three more
Three rewards for me or me or me
Or me or me or me
Team me is like meat eating
Animals meeting a meteor
Dinosaurs, I'm fine with all kinds of wars
Knives and swords, lions, tigers bitin' boars
Lightening striking Viking hordes
Fighting heightened, violence soars
That was Adolf, reacting to my new shit
Translation: how come he can't be
As evil as Lu get?
Well that's cause you ain't Lu, bitch
Took two sips of the holy grail
Then I backed up and I turned around
And I bent over and pittoo'd shit
I love Jay, that's my nigga
I feel sicker than a cruise ship
I ain't competition, I don't move shit
The only opposition is this new shit
These new niggas rappin' like they 2
They be actin' like they you
Man that's - w heeew shit
What happened to the game?
Niggas think they Jappin' cause they
Rappin' like they Wayne
Rappin' like they Chainz
I ain't matchin' them in platinum
But, I'm rappin' like I'm flames
Like smackin' them in the back of him
And my antonyms is on 'cain
And my heroin is on metaphors and
My metaphors is on brains
My left foot is in LA but
My right foot is in Spain
Now we all heard what he said
But what he said means we dead
And that shit is insane
He's so crazy, look at the little baby
Nigga you ain't Nas, nigga you ain't Jay-Z
You will respect me, you will reject me
But, I've done so much, no
Matter how far you go, you will reflect me
SLR, nigga please
These niggas 'bout to go to work so
These bitches gon' have to leave
And when the bitch gone, knee shots disabled
DVD of Dick Jones in your TV and
A grenade all on your table
And my punch bowl's like an ocean
And I lay it on by the ladle
But, it's so strong, when I pull it out
I'm only hangin' on to a handle
Satan on my ankles while I'm
Hangin' on to an angel
Ain't hatin' on that you hatin' wrong
Cause you can't hang on to my angles
It's hard being a Lupe fan
Go to Harvard to be a Lupe stan
I ain't sayin' that I'm harder
It's just harder when it's in Lupe's hands
Welcome nigga, Lupe Land, SLR
Here we go, FL bars
Hold up, go back to the hard part
Would say pause
But, I was talkin' 'bout my own balls nigga