Lupe Fiasco — SBA Lu

[Intro] Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah [Verse] Chrome hearts at the Caesar's Palace I was a sneaker savage, undefeated baggage K-BAR, you could be established A two-thirty's, that's sixty-nines, you can eat a salad while you feed her fallace I speak in pallets that compete with graphics At the speed of cheetah gallops, at indecent average Chopsticks when I be eating Garrett's Phillippe receipt embarrassed, you can't see the marriage That's why I started this in Vegas Propose to my toast, Neos married to the matrix But I hate this bitch like I'm married to a racist An addict, so the kilos get buried in the basements Speed the wagon like reels Vicarious, vivacious — patois, mwah But the creole is basic So when I'm around them Haitians, I don't even say shit Last album sounded like I was signed to a spaceship Brain was on drugs and my eyes was on LASIK And that shit got legs, I don't think that I can chase it with rocket power Asics But the next one's coming with cases and witness protection facelifts For the fans — why hit them with ka-bams? When the germaphobe jab can wash a nigga with hands I am not in my feelings, I'm in my glands I am not no bitch, I’m in a trance Pandemic gimmicks got niggas all into scams Panhandling brilliance, put lyrics all in they hands Alan Watts got Was living without a plan But I want the smoke, that's why the kitchen ain't got no fans (L)