Story Behind The Song
Too often in our culture (Hip-Hop), we envy the materialistic things. The verses give you an idea of how confident the artist is but, the chorus is a display of sarcasm letting the listener know you can be anything you want in life, but material possessions wont set you free from pain.
| Song Length |
2:24 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Content, Jovial |
Subject |
Arrogance, General |
| Similar Artists |
J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Hashtag Facts - engineers need a hazmat suit,
Cause of poisonous paragraphs that I spew..
Went from the LX to the GS Coupe,
A9 Costolas - wrapped in Hankooks..
You can lick my bolas - if you think them mo-fockas,
Can spit tighter than this - you bitch niggas is locas..
Similar to locusts - I swarm the airwaves,
And let napalm spray wherever luke-warm jams play..
Jonah Wayz - I leave ya upstairs vacant,
White chalk - yellow tape - empty shell casings..
And I dont tote gats - but I do tote a blade,
So dont get too close - or I'll cut off ya whole fucking face..
I wanna make my music - drink my drink,
Sandals with socks on - give a fuck what you think..
I do what I do baby - I do what i do,
Cars with Rack and Pionion steering couldn't move how I move..
Chorus
Give me my fly whips
Give me my doe
Give me my gold chains
Give me my hoes
Fuck - that's all that I need
Yeah - I'm finally free
The rap Colin Powel - heads turn like an owl,
When I castrate consonants and violate vowels..
I empty my bowels - on these industry wolves,
Who claim they don't fear me - when they mafucking should..
They swear they so hood - until you appear in the flesh,
Now they misunderstood - they aint about that stress..
I wear sandals when I could - and dance a jig,
All over your grave site - after I split yo wig..
Fuck that bullshit - I aint with the violence,
But I aint above it either - so don't fucking try it..
You too simple - I'm too nimble,
And so focused - can shoot a basketball into a thimble..
These oral missiles - this verbal lead,
Gets released from my vocal chords into yo head..
Bread is the language that i understand,
And if it's foreign to you nigga - talk to the hand..
Chorus
Give me my fly whips
Give me my doe
Give me my gold chains
Give me my hoes
Fuck - that's all that I need
Yeah - I'm finally free
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