The Around My Way (Freedom Ain't Free) Songfacts reports that Fiasco’s first single off his fourth studio album, Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor II: The Great American Rap Album Pt. 1 debuted on May 21, 2012. On "Around My Way (Freedom Ain't Free)," he spits rhymes about aspects of modern American life he doesn’t like such as "Suicide bombers and prosperity gospels, emaciated models, with cocaine and blood pouring out their nostrils” as well as socio-political problems in Ghana and the invasion of Iraq.
Lupe released his fifth studio album Tetsuo & Youth on January 20, 2015.
Lupe's 8th Studio Album DRILL MUSIC IN ZION was released on June 23rd 2022
Lupe has previously been on label Epic with his group Da Pak and then signed a solo deal with Arista. His years at Arista only led to the 2003 promo single "Pop Pop" as well as guest appearances on singles from Tha' Rayne (2002's "Kiss Me" and 2003's "Didn't You Know") and K Fox (2003's "This Life"), then Arista folded in 2004 and Lupe was signed to Atlantic Records.
Kill
Lupe Fiasco Lyrics
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Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and 'round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
Runnin' 'round and 'round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin' to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmoshphere
I'ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn 'em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I want you to stay, I'm a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay
5, 10, 20s, I'ma throw it
Work your way up to them big face hunnits
These other hoes been workin' all week
You gettin' more than that just off me, yeah, yeah, yeah
We both work hard for this money
I see you goin' hard for me
It ain't no thing, you can take it off
If I keep on drinkin', I'ma lose it all
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and 'round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and 'round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin' to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmoshphere
I'ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn 'em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I'm a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay
My nigga, if these poles could talk
If the stage grew another pole, got up and walked
Gotta kill these dollars, it can't be an assault
Need your real love, mama, you can't be in my thoughts
Oh, no
I knew a ten down in Houston
So I wonder if you can do it slow-mo
Then speed it up, heat it up, drop it down, beat it up
Take it off, make it talk, shake it all, make it fall
ATM, ATM, mama love to take it all
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin' 'round and 'round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and 'round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin' to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmoshphere
I'ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn 'em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I'm a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay
Just another Saturday night
Showtime, I deserve these lights
'Cause I work hard for what I get
Just so I can give my ten percent
You better pay up, pay up or get out
I'm not into how you get down
Hope you love me in the moment
But I know where I'm goin'
And I'm just tryna get through this
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You're like satellites for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin' 'round and 'round you go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You're like satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and 'round I go
I need dollar bills to kill
We comin' to the stage next, you know who this is
You better have dollar bills to kill
Money to burn in my atmoshphere
So I'ma turn it up, burn it up, hey
Turn it up, burn it up, hey
Turn it up, burn 'em up, hey
I'm a murderer, murderer
You want me to stay
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
You want me to stay
187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay
Now it's Sunday mornin' for sinners
Preacher's daughter, holy water
Be reborn, beginner
'Round and 'round we know
It's like dollar bills to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
Need a dollar bill to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
And your dollar bills can save
Make it rain on that collection plate
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Watch it all wash away
Watch it all wash away
Watch it all wash away
The lyrics of "Kill" by Lupe Fiasco feat. Ty Dolla $ign and Victoria Monét portray the scene of a Saturday night at a strip club where the artists use a metaphor of astronauts, alcohol, and satellites for the strippers. They sing about the dollar bills that they intend to spend on the strippers and how they want them to stay on the stage. The artists also speak about how hard they have worked for their money and proceed to throw it all at the strippers. However, towards the end, the lyrics change, depicting the guilt of their actions with references to holy water and praying, indicating the aftermath of a night of extravagance.
The lyrics of the song itself are quite simple as compared to other songs, but they reflect a clear message. The stripping industry at night, how people spend their hard-earned money on things that won't last, and how ultimately all the actions will come back to haunt them.
Line by Line Meaning
Ty Dolla loops
The song uses a Ty Dolla $ign loop
Saturday night for niggas
The song describes a night out for certain people
Astronauts and alcohol
The people are a mix of adventurous and drunk
We're like satellites for strippers
The people are constantly circling strippers
Runnin' 'round and 'round we go
The people are constantly moving in circles
Runnin' 'round and 'round she go
They are circling a female stripper
We got dollar bills to kill
They will give out money to strippers
We comin' to the stage next, you know who this is
They are about to perform or make it rain on the stage
Get your money out niggas
The group is encouraging others to spend money
Money to burn in the atmoshphere
They have extra money to spend
I'ma turn it up, you burn it up
The singer will play loud music as they spend money
Turn it up, you burn it up
The more they spend, the louder the music rises
I turn it up, you burn 'em up
The money is being spent or burned quickly
Murderer, murderer
The singer feels like they are killing or spending money recklessly
I want you to stay
The singer wants someone to remain around them
I want you to stay, I'm a dollar bill killa
The singer spends a lot of money and kills those dollar bills quickly
187, make that mothafucka pop
The group encourages throwing large amounts of money
I need you to stay
The singer needs someone's support or presence
5, 10, 20s, I'ma throw it
The group will throw different denominations of money
Work your way up to them big face hunnits
The singer encourages others to strive for bigger bills
These other hoes been workin' all week
The singer feels superior to other strippers
You gettin' more than that just off me, yeah, yeah, yeah
The singer feels they provide good value for money
We both work hard for this money
The singer and stripper share a similar work ethic
I see you goin' hard for me
The singer appreciates the stripper's effort
It ain't no thing, you can take it off
The singer feels the stripper can freely dance and remove clothing
If I keep on drinkin', I'ma lose it all
The singer worries about spending too much money because they are drunk
Murderer, murderer
The singer continues to feel like they are spending money recklessly
I want you to stay
The singer reiterates their desire for someone to stay with them
Now it's Sunday mornin' for sinners
The next day is reserved for religious activities
Preacher's daughter, holy water
The singer implies they are praying or attending church
Be reborn, beginner
The singer seeks a new beginning or change of path
'Round and 'round we know
The group is still constantly circling
It's like dollar bills to save
They have money to donate to the church
Make it rain on that collection plate
They will donate a lot of money to the church
And your dollar bills can save
Giving money can be helpful
You made it clap, now take it back
The singer encourages the stripper to leave the stage after performing
Pray
The singer encourages the listener to pray
Watch it all wash away
The song ends on a religious note and implies that everything will fade away
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Dernst Emile, Tyrone William Jr. Griffin, Victoria Monet, Wasalu Muhammad Jaco
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@TariqYasiinProd
this album needs more than one listen to get used to, but once you do.. it becomes addictive as fuck!!!
@NyaanTV
Tariq Yasiin 37 seconds of this song was all I needed to get hooked !
@TariqYasiinProd
Tensai Lupé
@xii642
FRRR
@Nehway
I wish lupe had back the recognition he had a few years ago. He deserves it.
@izzyduzit5562
Yup
@skaterdude14b
i miss old hip hop. polo g, gunna, g herbo, 21 sav, lil baby, StakeDrake just don’t do it for me. what happened to melody & singing in hip hop? & what happened to club hip hop? do you know any good newish stuff?
@jabenautomobiles3848
Just like Travie McCoy, Billionaire used to be #4 on the top songs, but now he can barely replicate the success
@MrBillups2010
Did they just go to church at the end 😂😂😂👌🏽
@jonxsza
RIGHT.. I’m like WTF-