SBA Lu Lupe Fiasco

[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 REO's
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)