Aw yeah
Beat it up
Jump in that bitch
Like
Ya (STOMP MAN STOMP)
Where is yo friends at
Aww yeah
Where yo mom at nigga
Ya ya
Nun that sweet shit
[Click the link to see the inspo for "Where yo mom at". If you don't know, now you know. The rest of the chorus is inspired by Baby Keem's Family Ties featuring Kendrick Lamar.]
Cut it out ya
Sun is out ya
Bitch do you know what that mean?
[If you from Chicago you know. As soon as that summer hits, everyone is outside tryna act as fool as possible. You really gotta mind your surroundings, mind your manners, and mind your business once that heat hit and it gets hot!]
Niggas been gunnin all summer
You blind if you wonder
If Glock got a beam
[Like Stevie Wonder is blind. But also, yes, they are out here gunnin' with maximum gadgets.]
They started spraying
And I started praying
Im hopin that god on my team
[It's scary when they get to that shootin' shit because they're not overly concerned with collateral damage. Anybody can get hit just from minding they business. It can be really frustrating, but sometimes all you can do is your best, and all you can do is pray.]
Death don’t discriminate unlike the policies fallin from toxic regime
[What a line here. Yeah, anyone can get hit and lose their life just like that. Death isn't choosy, but systemic policies that lead people to play with guns and devalue their lives and the lives of others are often targeted. My community has been ravaged, and I maintain this is not by accident.]
Boy can you weather the storm
Reaper come buss in yo door
SWATTA gon bus up the opps
Watch
Buddy got choppas galore (grrrtttt)
[All you can do sometimes is wait it out, AKA weather the storm. And nobody is above a nasty surprise. Someone can bust in your house tryna take you for your valuables, or maybe the feds here you've been stockpiling weapons, so they pay you a visit. It's tense and deadly.]
Im tryna love ha like SZA
Shawty not fond of the winter
Dreamin of keepin ha warm
This nigga soft as a blizzard
[So in the midst of all this I throw in a bar about the more lovey-dovey material I usually do, and it contrasts so starkly with what's going on. So this desire to love and be loved while people are in fear around it feels 'soft' by comparison.]
Bitch nigga soft as a blanket
Dealin in honesty now
Where the problem belies in the way that you take it
[But now I switch to taking the stance of a critic, and I say that these other people are soft for different reasons. I claim that it's really soft if you can't take criticism, if you spark and get violent because of what someone says to you.]
Stop all that hollering
Posturing
Bothering
I just be like, "why you fake it?"
[A lot of the toughness you see is bluster. It's an act, a self-defense and self-preservation measure to seem like the hardest person out so people don't try to test you. But all that fake shit and posturing is why disagreements get deadly. No one wants to seem weak, so no one is willing to back down and change their approach. I do it too, sometimes, I'm not bigger than it. But I do wonder why we put ourselves through all that.]
This what is commonly known
As a karmic control
Now they calmly invading ya house
And ya home
Betta watch what you say off the henny
They screamin like
[Yeah, don't get all brave off the alcohol and make enemies you're not ready to contend with. All that tough shit you was talkin, now you have people that want to test your gangster so bad, and they're not acting. Shoulda stayed in ya lane.]
Aw yeah
Beat it up
Jump in that bitch
Like
Ya (STOMP MAN STOMP)
Where is yo friends at
Aww yeah
Where yo mom at nigga
Ya ya
Nun that sweet shit
Stomp man stomp man
Yeah that’s me
Crease my Jordan’s moonwalking
Well established
LLC
Cross me hear the goons talkin
[Check the link for the Stomp Man reference. The difference is that I'm the one doing the stompin' in this verse. I'm well established, I got this business booming, and I have goons. Boss man activity. The goons are the guys, like it's not overly hierarchical. I just mean the people lookin out for me ready to squash dissent.]
They sayin get im
I told em wait
Flushin the residue off of yo plate
Sound like a task just for me in the house that I keep
I will not delegate
Ima handle my weight
Not just push it
[Yeah, I am not one to put off my responsibilities on others. I will handle this trash removal. So my opposition is nothing more to me than residue on a plate to be rinsed tf off. And there's a reference to this sort of business an allusion to illicit business in pushing weight. But I'm not just pushing weight, I'm managing it too, making sure things are moving smoothly.]
Walk in my path till I’m drowning in pussy
Not for the obvious reasons
It’s confidence season
I offered my ego for bruising
And beating
Contusions
[Yeah, it's less about the pussy and more about putting myself out there and building confidence. I try my best to be vulnerable and build connections when I'm out meeting people. I think that's the best way to dispel any mythologies I've built about myself or to protect myself. I actively seek to pop my own bubble and dispel my illusions about myself.]
Some of success is just opticallusion
Don’t follow me nigga start yo own movement
Watch for the brain in ya head fo you lose it
Mindfully leavin my mark like a calm man resorting to violence
[Bars bars barsssss. Some people are faking their success. They have shiny things to make it seem like they're successful, but it's not what it seems. We want to achieve that status so bad that we follow wack trends and are constantly trying to keep up, but that's a surefire way to get lost in the sauce. You have to engage your own unique energy to get the best, most congruent results. Don't let every influence take your brain for brain for a joy ride. Mindfully leaving my mark like a calm man resorting to violence is so tuff. Leaving my mark is like establishing a legacy, which I'm doing mindfully and intentionally. But a calm man is also mindful, and if he resorts to violence it's likely a statement that needs to be made, so the violence will leave a mark like a physical receipt.]
Aw yeah
Beat it up
Jump in that bitch
Like
Ya (STOMP MAN STOMP)
Where is yo friends at
Aww yeah
Where yo mom at nigga
Ya ya
Nun that sweet shit
