SLR 2

[Produced by Floss & Fame]

[Intro]

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

[Verse]

Dear Lord, have mercy on my banana clips

Give 'em half, call it that banana splits

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

[German-sounding nonsense]

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-- wheeeeeew 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