FMG
BROCKHAMPTON Lyrics


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Was at the cookout with my other, other, other man, mm
That done got me to some motherfucking trouble man, uh
Texas boy, the way I love it, love it, love it, man, mm
All these new niggas, they stealin' but it don't hit the same, uh
Feel it in your veins, uh, nigga, I love my gang, mm
That's why I fuck my gang, mm, why I fuck my gang, uh
Ain't no play today, these ain't just 808s, uh
This a murder case, uh, this a murder case, uh
Ain't no pushin' me, uh-uh, I shake your head, it deceased, uh
Ayy, don't hit on me, uh-uh, if that boy ain't seen me
He lucky that nigga still breathin', I don't know what y'all seein'
Take my shirt off, run off, then I swipe that nigga's semen

Uh, done being humble so I had to flex
Way that I rack up my bands make 'em sweat
40 acres and a mule on my neck
Better to talk to me with some respect
Heard they ain't make it, I couldn't have guessed
I'll cut the ram, I'll connect to your vest
And I'm chiefing the keef of a pound of the best
Doin' it right, took a couple attempts
Had to keep climbin' they catch the ascent
Made it look casual 'cause of my desk
Studio gallery, yeah, where I rest
Hold on, exactly what do you suggest?
Where I'm aiming, ain't no use for a vest
When I'm on ten, I get clean
But the scene I leave is grotesque
It's a finesse, yes

Way she throwin' it so fast, you'd think she need some Tommy John
Surgery, nurse gon' pass me over, just gimme that scalpel please
Diggin' through this shit like it was '06, polka jeans
Green Lamborghin' look like Bulbasaur, and his dad
Catch 'em all, bubblegum ain't allowed
Sittin' up on that terrace, drinking red wine with canteloupe
Thousand-dollar phone, what the hell can answer for?
I can't see the haters man, uh, Harry Potter cloak
Let this shit rock, we come in like a landslide
They don't call me up, they hit the cell, don't hit the landline
Feet up sippin' hibiscus, I'll burn my damn tongue
Sea salt on that cookie plate, I call that Atlantic crumbs
She from Idaho, her friends Cali-tated though
She from outta town, she never seen no ocean, wow




She asked me, what's my favorite place to spend a lot? Uh
That depends, like an eight dough bagel box

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to BROCKHAMPTON's song "FMG" explore themes of loyalty, pride, and power within a close-knit group or "gang." The first verse suggests a sense of pride and allegiance to the singer's gang, emphasizing their love and loyalty towards them. The line "Ain't no play today, these ain't just 808s, uh, this a murder case, uh, this a murder case, uh" suggests a serious and dangerous mindset, implying that the singer and their gang are not to be taken lightly. It conveys a message of strength and the potential for violence if provoked.


The next verse highlights a shift in attitude, where the singer asserts their confidence and success. They no longer feel the need to be humble and instead choose to "flex" their achievements. Lines like "40 acres and a mule on my neck" and "Doin' it right, took a couple attempts" showcase the singer's pride in their accomplishments and the perseverance it took to reach their current position. They demand respect and warn against underestimating their abilities.


The final verse includes vivid imagery and playfulness with words. The references to Tommy John surgery, polka jeans, Bulbasaur, and Harry Potter give the lyrics an eccentric and whimsical quality. The singer appears to be enjoying the luxuries of wealth, referencing expensive items like a thousand-dollar phone and sipping hibiscus. However, the line "She from outta town, she never seen no ocean, wow" suggests a longing for authenticity and experience beyond material possessions. Overall, the lyrics present a mix of confidence, pride, and a desire for genuine connections.


Line by Line Meaning

Was at the cookout with my other, other, other man, mm
I was at a social gathering with someone other than my main partner, causing me to get into a lot of trouble.


That done got me to some motherfucking trouble man, uh
Engaging in such activities led me to face severe consequences and complications.


Texas boy, the way I love it, love it, love it, man, mm
As a native Texan, I have an immense fondness and passion for my home, emphasizing it with repetitive expressions.


All these new niggas, they stealin' but it don't hit the same, uh
These newcomers in the music industry may be imitating, but their actions lack the same impact and authenticity.


Feel it in your veins, uh, nigga, I love my gang, mm
The sense of belonging and loyalty runs deep within me, friend. I have a profound affection for my group.


That's why I fuck my gang, mm, why I fuck my gang, uh
I maintain intimate connections with my gang, both through emotional connection and sexual relations, reinforcing our bond.


Ain't no play today, these ain't just 808s, uh
This is not a lighthearted situation today. We're dealing with serious matters, not just the typical bass sounds in music.


This a murder case, uh, this a murder case, uh
The severity of the situation at hand can be compared to a homicide investigation, emphasizing the gravity of the circumstances.


Ain't no pushin' me, uh-uh, I shake your head, it deceased, uh
No one can manipulate or intimidate me. I have the power to nullify your influence, rendering it lifeless.


Ayy, don't hit on me, uh-uh, if that boy ain't seen me
Hey, don't criticize or underestimate me if that individual hasn't witnessed my true capabilities and presence.


He lucky that nigga still breathin', I don't know what y'all seein'
He should consider himself fortunate that he's still alive because I fail to comprehend what others perceive in him.


Take my shirt off, run off, then I swipe that nigga's semen
I remove my clothing, swiftly depart, and then take what rightfully belongs to that person, symbolically asserting my dominance over him.


Uh, done being humble so I had to flex
I have reached a point where I no longer wish to downplay my abilities and achievements, and thus I feel compelled to display my prowess.


Way that I rack up my bands make 'em sweat
The manner in which I accumulate my wealth and success causes others to feel intimidated and anxious.


40 acres and a mule on my neck
I proudly wear a symbol of reparations, representing the promise of 40 acres and a mule, bestowed upon freed slaves.


Better to talk to me with some respect
It is advisable for individuals to engage in conversations with me while treating me with the proper level of esteem and deference.


Heard they ain't make it, I couldn't have guessed
I've heard rumors that certain individuals didn't succeed, but honestly, I wouldn't have expected otherwise.


I'll cut the ram, I'll connect to your vest
I possess the ability to disable the random access memory and establish a connection with your protective clothing, leaving you vulnerable.


And I'm chiefing the keef of a pound of the best
I am indulging in the highest quality of cannabis resin, derived from a pound of the finest marijuana, to enhance my state of mind.


Doin' it right, took a couple attempts
I have achieved success by executing actions correctly, although it required multiple tries and endeavors before accomplishing it.


Had to keep climbin' they catch the ascent
In order to progress and reach higher levels, I had to persistently continue climbing, while others fail to follow my upwards trajectory.


Made it look casual 'cause of my desk
I managed to make my achievements appear effortless and nonchalant due to my influential position and success portrayed through my workspace.


Studio gallery, yeah, where I rest
My place of artistic creation and expression serves as both a gallery and a sanctuary, where I find solace and renewal.


Hold on, exactly what do you suggest?
Wait a moment, could you please clarify or propose your ideas and recommendations more precisely?


Where I'm aiming, ain't no use for a vest
Considering my objectives and targets, wearing a bulletproof vest wouldn't offer any significant advantage or protection.


When I'm on ten, I get clean
When I am at the peak of my performance and energy, my actions are immaculate and flawless.


But the scene I leave is grotesque
Despite my personal cleanliness and perfection, the aftermath or impact I leave behind is often unsettling and unattractive.


It's a finesse, yes
It's a skillful maneuver or technique, indeed.


Way she throwin' it so fast, you'd think she need some Tommy John
The manner in which she is throwing or moving is incredibly rapid, as if she requires medical intervention similar to Tommy John surgery in baseball.


Surgery, nurse gon' pass me over, just gimme that scalpel please
In the surgical setting, the nurse will swiftly hand me the scalpel since I am entrusted with performing the required procedure.


Diggin' through this shit like it was '06, polka jeans
I am thoroughly searching through this chaotic and disorderly situation with a nostalgic approach, reminiscent of the fashion trend of wearing polka jeans in 2006.


Green Lamborghin' look like Bulbasaur, and his dad
The vibrant green color of the Lamborghini resembles the Pokémon Bulbasaur, along with its evolutionary predecessor.


Catch 'em all, bubblegum ain't allowed
Just like the catchphrase of Pokémon, we should strive to capture and accumulate everything, but we should refrain from indulging in trivial and superficial pleasures.


Sittin' up on that terrace, drinking red wine with canteloupe
In a luxurious setting, I am relaxing on a raised outdoor platform while enjoying the combination of red wine and a refreshing slice of cantaloupe.


Thousand-dollar phone, what the hell can answer for?
Despite possessing an expensive smartphone, it cannot offer any satisfactory or meaningful explanations or solutions.


I can't see the haters man, uh, Harry Potter cloak
I am unaware of the individuals who dislike or envy me, as if I am hidden from their sight due to my enchanting cloak reminiscent of Harry Potter's invisibility cloak.


Let this shit rock, we come in like a landslide
Allow this situation or event to proceed without interference, as we enter with a dominant and overwhelming force similar to a landslide.


They don't call me up, they hit the cell, don't hit the landline
Rather than reaching out to me through a traditional landline telephone, people contact me directly on my mobile phone.


Feet up sippin' hibiscus, I'll burn my damn tongue
With my feet comfortably elevated, I am leisurely indulging in hibiscus tea, even if it results in the painful consequence of burning my tongue.


Sea salt on that cookie plate, I call that Atlantic crumbs
The presence of tiny granules of sea salt on a plate of cookies humorously reminds me of the remnants left by the Atlantic Ocean, thus I humorously dub them 'Atlantic crumbs.'


She from Idaho, her friends Cali-tated though
Although she originates from Idaho, her group of friends mainly consists of individuals from California, showcasing the influence or impact of California culture on her life.


She from outta town, she never seen no ocean, wow
Given her non-native status, she has never witnessed the grandeur and expanse of an ocean, which astonishes me.


She asked me, what's my favorite place to spend a lot? Uh
She inquired about my preferred location to spend a significant amount of time, arousing my curiosity and prompting deeper thought.


That depends, like an eight dough bagel box
Determining my favorite place hinges on various factors, similar to how one's choice might fluctuate when faced with selecting a box of bagels containing eight sweet or savory options.




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Clifford F. Simpson, Dominique Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Jonah Alessandro Abraham, Matthew Champion, Russell Boring

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Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Was at the cookout with my other, other, other man, mm
That done got me into some motherfucking trouble, man, uh
Texas boy the way I love it, love it, love it, man, mm
All these new niggas they stealin', but it don't hit the same, uh
Feel it in your veins, uh, nigga, I love my gang, mm
That's why I fuck my gang, mm, why I fuck my gang, uh
Ain't no play today, these ain't just 808s, uh
This a murder case, uh, this a murder case, uh
Ain't no pushin' me, uh, uh, I change your head into Caesar
Ain't no hit on me, uh, uh, if that boy ain't seen it
He lucky that nigga still breathin', I don't know what y'all seein'
Take my shirt off, run off, then I swallow that nigga's semen
[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
Uh, done being humble, so I had to flex
Way that I rack up my bands, make 'em sweat
Forty acres and a mule on my neck
Better to talk to me with some respect
Heard they ain't make it, I couldn't have guessed
I'll cut the RAM, my connects, they invest
And I'm chiefing the keef of a pound of the best
Doin' it right take a couple attempts
Had to keep climbing and catch the ascent
Made it look casual 'cause I'm the best
Studio gallery over our wrists
Hold on, exactly what do you suggest?
Where I'm aiming, ain't no use to a vest
When I'm on ten, I get cream
But the scene that I leave is grotesque, it's a finesse, yes

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
Way she throwin' it so fast, you'd think she need some Tommy John
Surgery, nurse gon' pass me over, give me that scalpel please
Diggin' through this shit like it was '06, Poké things
Green Lamborghin' look like Bulbasaur and his dad (Wow)
Catch 'em all, uh, bubblegum ain't allowed, uh
Sittin' up on that terrace, drinking red wine with cantaloupe
Thousand-dollar phone, what the hell can't answer for?
I can't see the haters, man, uh, Harry Potter cloak
Let the shit rock, we comin' like a landslide
They don't call me up, they hit the cell, don't hit the landline
Feet up, sippin' hibiscus, ow, I burned my damn tongue
Sea salt on that cookie plate, I call that Atlantic crumbs, uh
She from Idaho, her friends call her tater thot, huh
She from outta town, she never seen the ocean, wow, huh
She asked me what's my favorite place to spend a lot? Uh
That depends like an eight-door bible box



All comments from YouTube:

COOP3R

Bruh the production on the album and these visuals are just perfect wtf

Sleep

The boys, back together one more time. I couldn't be happier

Icelandic Banks

I'm in awe that we get insane verses like Dom's and Matt's...IN THE SAME TWO MINUTE SONG!

Hands of Neo

Love how everyones using their normal voices voice and matthew be like: "surgewy 😏"

EDIT: "gween lamborghini looh lih bulbasaur 😏 and his dad 😳"

Noah Sabadish

he tryna be carti

pinkstardust

@Noah Sabadish but better.

0damage

@pinkstardust facts Matt can actually write

Icelandic Banks

How about when he said "sea salt on that KOOHKIE PLAYTE?! "

Lol, too fuckin good

chandler_martian

almost thought it was Slowthai when i first heard it

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David Renteria

¡¡¡GRACIAS TOTALES, BROCKHAMPTON!!!

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