Date 2020-10-02
Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, New Music
When one thinks of Lupe Fiasco, the first thing that comes to mind is seldom “experimentation.” Yet the Chicago lyricist is among the game’s most versatile, though often he prefers to experiment on a conceptual basis. On his new Soundtrakk produced two-pack Tape Tape, however, Lupe boldly dives headlong into a more trap-inspired style, declaring his latest batch to be heavily influenced by the work of Lil Uzi Vert and Travis Scott. A surprising development on paper, but one that makes sense given Lupe’s desire to challenge himself artistically.
Over an easy-going and low-key instrumental, Lupe puts forth an effortless autotune-drenched flow, a drastic difference from what we’ve come to expect. Of course, shades of classic Lu come and go throughout, especially when he brings additional vocal elements into the mix. “Cookin’ up, things are lookin’ up, I might sell a key, coast guard, coast guard rap gamе crack game,” he spits, livening things up in the second verse. “Homie, I might sell a kеy, G-Code prayers asking God to help us beat them felonies.”
Lupe Fiasco & Soundtrakk – Oh Yes (prod. Soundtrakk)
[Chorus]
I push Lambo coupe, was in the fast lane
I push Rari too, was in the fast lane
I push SLS, I’m in the fast lane
Put that on the crew, now homie, that’s gang
Free my niggas, oh yes
Man, that’s R.I.P. my niggas, oh yes
I play R&B for them bitches, oh yes
Niggas they know me so they know it’s no test
I push Rari coupe, was in the fast lane, yeah
I push Lambo too, was in the fast lane, yeah (Scoot scoot)
Vegas on my mind, but I play no games
Shout out to my homies, homie that’s gang
So I free my niggas, oh yes
I say R.I.P. to my niggas, oh yes
I play R&B for yo’ bitches, oh yes
Niggas they know me so they know it’s no test
[Verse]
S-A-T in the L-A-B
Cookin’ up, things are lookin’ up, I might sell a key
Coast guard, coast guard rap game crack game
Homie, I might sell a key
G-Code prayers asking God to help us beat them felonies
I was nappy-headed, see my hair I never comb
I would grow up, get a Rolex and a yellow herringbone
I don’t switch up, just don’t pick up, I don’t know that telephone
Looks just like yours, but it’s vice lord’s if I rock with an unknown
You ain’t that, you ain’t Stack, you ain’t Trakk, you ain’t Chill
You just cap, you ain’t real, you ain’t scrap, you ain’t build, uh
I got architecture in my veins
Straight to the helicopter from the plane, yeah yeah
[Chorus]
I push Lambo coupe off in the fast lane (Lane)
I push Rari too off in the fast lane (Lane)
I push Shelby through right through the fast lane (Lane)
Put that on the crew, now homie, that’s gang (Gang)
Free my niggas, oh yes
I say R.I.P. to my niggas, oh yes
I play R&B for those bitches, oh yes
Niggas know it’s me so they know it’s no test