Surround Sound
Jid Lyrics
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For one moment
That it's too soon to for-
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down (uh, uh, wow)
Puttin' rap on my back and I'm black and, snatchin' crowns (uh, whoa)
I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack and pounds
I got a bag now but it's nothin' to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-dot-soot)
I'm a black man with the blood hounds
MAC-10 makin' love sounds to a bad chick, she from Uptown
I'm from down South, not a loud mouth
We could fuck around (whoa, shit, whoa)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa, shit, whoa)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably (whoa, whoa, whoa, shit, whoa)
I feel like I'ma bust now
I feel like a buss down (whoa, shit)
When I shine bright, blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
In the cut big black truck (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
Pack sacked up, you can pick it up now (whoa, shit, oh)
Nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy)
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm black and snatchin' crowns
I know I can't afford to stop
For one moment
That it's too soon to for-
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coachin' me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that yo' ho with me
When I'm in traffic it's always a pole with me
Pillsbury, man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she givin' me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down
Givin' out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, they just run now
No lock doors, I serve with a chop, bitch got spent, she was hangin' with a opp
We call him Mickey, he talk to the cops, I was on Pinedale, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block, fast forward now I'm investin' in stocks
I put a drum on a Heckler & Koch, don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm black and snatchin' crowns
I put the pussycat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he say that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella ch-
Oh, shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch
You motherfuckin' bitch (oh, shit, oh, shit)
Uh, shit
Sorry in advance for my bros, they'll whoop a nigga ass
What you whippin' up? (Whoa)
JID in the back, if you lookin' for the dope
Niggas got it in the bag 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke
Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no, I'm the best
Tell them bitches stop the mothafuckin' press
Press stop, fuck a top five list
Get 'em a vest, he get lopsided
Fuck the cops we was runnin' from Rottweilers
Most of my partnas ain't have poppa just a popped condom
Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side, boy, you Mike Alstott
He on the block violent
Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him
Keep drivin', you will not find him
I'm a, I'm a, I'm an anom-anomaly
I turned into a rapper ironically
And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is on to me (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
Niggas should honor me, if you think I'm a wannabe (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool, so calmly (whoa, shit)
Bussin' moves, my truths carry velocity (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussyclaat
Treat the rappin' like I'm pushin' rock (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
On the stove with the Pyrex pot
The door stay locked, it don't say knock
We on they block, we own they block (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin'
The same lil' niggas, small pond but a pool shark (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
I aim big stick, knock chalk off cue balls (whoa, shit)
Bang this shit (bang, bang, bang)
(Bang, bang, bang)
The lyrics of JID's song "Surround Sound" delve into themes of violence, drug dealing, and the pressure to succeed despite the odds. The opening lines reveal the urgency of the rapper's situation: "I know I can't afford to stop / For one moment / That it's too soon to..." The singer cannot afford to fail or pause in his pursuit of financial success because of the risk of faltering in the cutthroat world of drug dealing. The use of onomatopoeia throughout the song, such as the sound of gunshots or the surrounding sounds when a pack of drugs is blown, adds to the gritty and tense atmosphere of the song.
In the second verse, JID boasts about his financial success and attachment to money. He admits to being a "clutch" person, indicating he fears losing grip of his newfound wealth. He raps about his dangerous lifestyle, which includes handling guns and degrading women. The chorus repeats lines about drug dealing, emphasizing the importance of profit and success in JID's world. The final verse touches on JID's rap career and his early struggles, implying that he made it big by selling drugs. Overall, "Surround Sound" is an intense song that describes the unsettling realities of drug dealing and the pressures to succeed at all costs.
Line by Line Meaning
I know I can't afford to stop
I recognize that giving up or pausing isn't an option for me.
For one moment
Even a brief lapse in my efforts can have serious consequences.
That it's too soon to for-
It's premature for me to slow down or ease off.
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Either distribute the products quickly or break them into smaller quantities for sale.
Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Equip myself with a weapon; if trouble arises, it creates a loud commotion.
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down (uh, uh, wow)
I have a partner with me, and we are engaging in indulgent activities.
Puttin' rap on my back and I'm black and, snatchin' crowns (uh, whoa)
I carry the weight of my music career while asserting my identity and seizing opportunities.
I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack and pounds
I've returned to this lifestyle with determination, similar to how one might return to selling drugs.
I got a bag now but it's nothin' to brag 'bout
I have money, but I'm not one to boast about it.
Gun blast in the background (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-dot-soot)
Gunfire is audible, creating a tense and dangerous atmosphere.
I'm a black man with the blood hounds
I am a man of color, perhaps navigating a tough environment with my loyal allies.
MAC-10 makin' love sounds to a bad chick, she from Uptown
The MAC-10 (a type of gun) signifies danger while I engage with a woman from a more affluent area.
I'm from down South, not a loud mouth
I come from a quieter region and prefer to be understated rather than boastful.
We could fuck around (whoa, shit, whoa)
There are options for casual partnerships or activities.
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa, shit, whoa)
Let's enjoy the music together, but perhaps scale back the intensity.
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably (whoa, whoa, whoa, shit, whoa)
Smoke some marijuana while we partake in intimate activities without doubt.
I feel like I'ma bust now
I'm filled with energy or excitement, possibly leading to an explosive outcome.
I feel like a buss down (whoa, shit)
I feel flashy or luxurious, akin to valuable jewelry; my status is elevating.
When I shine bright, blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
As I gain success and visibility, others feel overshadowed or threatened.
In the cut big black truck (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
I operate from a discreet location, equipped with a vehicle that symbolizes my status.
Pack sacked up, you can pick it up now (whoa, shit, oh)
My resources are organized and ready for distribution.
Nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy)
I’m indifferent to repercussions; I’m just rolling with the situation.
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Repeat: it's time to either make moves quickly or prepare the product for sale.
Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Reiterating the need for protection in volatile situations.
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down
Emphasizing a lifestyle filled with pleasure and indulgence.
Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
Reinforcing my commitment to the rap game while claiming my space.
I know I can't afford to stop
The pressure to keep advancing is constant.
For one moment
Even a second of hesitation can lead to failure.
That it's too soon to for-
I have not yet reached a point where I can take a break.
Me and my money attached emotionally
I have a deep bond with my finances; they symbolize my hard work.
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I become protective of my possessions when others encroach.
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
I have reached a level of success that I strive for.
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coachin' me
I entered this industry, and others now claim to guide me.
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
A significant amount of money is just a fleeting spectacle.
I'm on the road and I bet that yo' ho with me
As I travel, I'm confident that your partner is with me.
When I'm in traffic it's always a pole with me
I always carry protection with me, even in busy situations.
Pillsbury, man, I keep dough with me
Just like the brand known for baking, I have money with me as well.
Hit from the back, she givin' me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down
Engaging in intimate acts without removing my clothing reflects casual encounters.
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Moving stealthily can lead to violence, emphasizing the risks involved.
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down
In a confrontational situation, any wrong move can have lethal consequences.
Givin' out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, they just run now
My notorious reputation causes people to flee instead of engage.
No lock doors, I serve with a chop, bitch got spent, she was hangin' with a opp
In this life, I operate openly and harshly against those who betray me.
We call him Mickey, he talk to the cops, I was on Pinedale, glass in the sock
There's a snitch among us, and I used to hide items in unconventional places.
Back in the day, I invest in the block, fast forward now I'm investin' in stocks
My past investments were local; now, I've elevated to financial markets.
I put a drum on a Heckler & Koch, don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
I've modified my weapon for firepower, indicating my serious commitment to protection.
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Reiterating the urgency to act quickly in the business.
Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
A reminder of the need for safety through weapons in tense situations.
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down
Highlighting a sexually charged situation with a partner.
Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
Emphasizing my dedication to rap while asserting dominance.
I put the pussycat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Acting confidently in intimate situations with someone who is increasingly nervous.
Then I took it back, now he say that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Returning to the previous act causes emotional or physical reactions.
Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute
Indicating that the experience is novel for him after a long absence.
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella ch-
I'm recognized by a stage name, but my identity goes deeper; likely referring to wealth.
Oh, shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch
Demanding respect and authority while aggressively asserting dominance.
You motherfuckin' bitch (oh, shit)
A blunt confrontation demonstrates my disregard for hostility.
Sorry in advance for my bros, they'll whoop a nigga ass
I acknowledge that my associates may resort to violence.
What you whippin' up? (Whoa)
Questioning what others are doing, possibly regarding illegal activities.
JID in the back, if you lookin' for the dope
I’m here, widely recognized as a source for quality music or products.
Niggas got it in the bag 'cause we trappin' on the low
We have the products secured because we operate discreetly.
And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke
I have impressive rap skills and welcome playful interaction.
Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no, I'm the best
Discrediting competition by asserting my superior position in the game.
Tell them bitches stop the mothafuckin' press
Calling for attention, demanding recognition of my talent.
Press stop, fuck a top five list
I disregard ranking systems in favor of my unique status.
Get 'em a vest, he get lopsided
Prepare for conflict; someone isn't equipped to handle it.
Fuck the cops we was runnin' from Rottweilers
I prioritize escaping danger even over legal authorities.
Most of my partnas ain't have poppa just a popped condom
Many of my friends grew up without fathers due to unintended pregnancies.
Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side, boy, you Mike Alstott
Drawing attention to the struggles of friends; the reference serves a reminder of reality.
He on the block violent
Living in a hostile environment can lead to aggressive behavior.
Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Engaging in crime while also transitioning into new life paths.
Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him
Asserting control over situations where swift action is needed.
Keep drivin', you will not find him
In successful evasion; the target has escaped detection.
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma anom-anomaly
I am unique, a standout in my field, defying typical expectations.
I turned into a rapper ironically
There's an element of surprise to my success in music compared to my origins.
I ran the bag up, back up, niggas is on to me (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
I've accumulated resources quickly, but I sense awareness from others.
Niggas should honor me, if you think I'm a wannabe (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
I've earned respect and recognition, despite possible misconceptions.
It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool, so calmly (whoa, shit)
There's irony in my calm demeanor even in turbulent circumstances.
Bussin' moves, my truths carry velocity (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
I navigate life quickly, and my actions are backed by strong convictions.
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussyclot
I've remained loyal to my close friends since childhood.
Treat the rappin' like I'm pushin' rock (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
I approach my music with the same intensity and hustle as dealing drugs.
On the stove with the Pyrex pot
Making magic happen in my craft, similar to cooking up drugs.
The door stay locked, it don't say knock
My safety and privacy are crucial; I don't invite just anyone in.
We on they block, we own they block (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
We assert control over the territory, taking ownership of a space.
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties
We're playing a game of dominance and survival, taking what we believe is ours.
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin'
I navigate through life with charm and agility, avoiding confrontation.
The same lil' niggas, small pond but a pool shark (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
We have grown up together and developed significant skills in a limited environment.
I aim big stick, knock chalk off cue balls (whoa, shit)
I aim for significant effects; I know how to make impactful moves.
Bang this shit (bang, bang, bang)
Embrace and amplify the energy, urging others to join me.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Charles Singleton, Destin Choice Route, Eddie P. Snyder, Gabriel Guerra, Nuri Saberin, Tate Sequoya Farris, John Christopher II Welch, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
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@kayladanish4604
for me and those who only like the rap part
0:12
push the fucking pack off of
the porche or break a pound down
get this strap, if it happens to blow
it makes surround sounds
pussycat on my lap
push it back, and go to town down
putting rap on my back, and im blackin, snatchin crown
@LatinHype.
Are you from TikTok or Instagram reels? 😀
@brianna7963
Recommendation
@kaulitzc3
tiktok
@GlamFuseBelizeRS
Instagram reels ❤
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here before viral asf
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@PAILSC
i foound this song randomly on youtube no regrets
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Yes my friends show me this
@CAREDITZWORLD
Same
@rishabhk_shorts_6691
I heard this song in a YouTube short