N.A.N
C.S Lyrics


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Pockets blew up like Rob K, now i got a bag
Broke niggas hatin like a nigga forgot the past
Me and gang in this bih finna feed the streets
Look at us wrong lil nigga we’ll bring the beef
I spit fire you’ll swear I'm a fucking dragon
I'll pull up in my motherfuckin G Wagon
She a thot hoe but i don’t give a fuck
No pussy, straight top she can fucking suck
Nappy head azz nigga, but i get the guap
Tryin to make it out the hood so I can't stop
90 baby so you know I'm ready to kick a door
Look at me wrong i might rob yo fucking hoe
Back then she didn’t want me, Now she all up on me
Still a ugly azz nigga, just with some money
These hoes got me laughing, I think its funny
She wanted money, ha bitch you fucking dummy
Nappy head azz nigga but i keep a glock
The opps scared cause we always sending shots
We were fiening, dying to get a plate
Then we took it now all my niggas eating steak
Nappy head azz nigga but i keep a glock
The opps scared cause we always sending shots
We were fiening, dying to get a plate
Then we took it now all my niggas eating steak
All these chains on my neck, like im a slave
Thats just mean a young nigga, is gettin paid
I just want the money nigga, fuck the fame
Ima goat in this bitch, Trap Gang
My diamonds are clear, clearer than the fuckin ocean
Your girl makes my dick dissapear, hocus pocus
Got the 9 on my hip its going to leave a scar
Make shells penetrate niggas like a pornstar
I don’t get mad lil nigga i just get even
Shoot him in the leg, now he walking like a penguin
Nappy head azz nigga, he so fucking lit
Put my kids on her azz call that baby sit
Im from the sip, 601 to be exact
Where niggas shake your hand then shoot you in your back
Fake niggas in the game call em conterfeite
My diamonds caught pneumonia, so my neck is stupid sick
Nappy head azz nigga but i keep a glock
The opps scared cause we always sending shots
We were fiening, dying to get a plate
Then we took it now all my niggas eating steak
Nappy head azz nigga but i keep a glock
The opps scared cause we always sending shots
We were fiening, dying to get a plate
Then we took it now all my niggas eating steak
You know i keep that strap on me, like a true dike
Put the pistol to his face now he screaming yikes
Fuck with me, my finger stay on the trigga
Im a reckless, heartless, azz hood nigga
Numb the pain with the money, you know how it is
If you not fucking then i guess i’ll fuck your best friend
From the south so i slur my motherfucking words
The glock sound like thunder no Paul George
Nappy head azz nigga but i keep a glock
The opps scared cause we always sending shots
We were fiening, dying to get a plate
Then we took it now all my niggas eating steak
Nappy head azz nigga but i keep a glock
The opps scared cause we always sending shots




We were fiening, dying to get a plate
Then we took it now all my niggas eating steak

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to C.S's song "N.A.N" portray a sense of defiance and pride, highlighting the rapper's journey from a struggling background to a position of success and power. The opening lines convey a sense of newfound wealth and confidence, with pockets "blowing up" like Rob Kardashian and obtaining a bag (presumably of money). The mention of broke individuals hating on his success shows a disregard for those who may have underestimated him in the past.


The lyrics also depict a strong loyalty to his gang and a willingness to defend themselves against any perceived threats. They assert that anyone who looks at them the wrong way will face the consequences, as they are not afraid to confront confrontation or engage in conflict. The lyrics also touch on themes of self-assurance and braggadocio, with references to spitting fire like a dragon, arriving in a G Wagon, and showing no interest in romantic relationships, instead preferring sexual encounters.


Despite the rapper's self-awareness of his appearance, being labeled as an "ugly azz nigga," he embraces his newfound financial success and enjoys the irony of attracting attention from women who previously overlooked him. The lyrics also touch on the hardships faced growing up in the hood and the determination to make it out. They mention a willingness to resort to criminal activities like robbing, but also express a desire to leave that life behind and succeed legitimately.


The song also includes references to the rapper's location, mentioning being from "the sip" (presumably Mississippi) and the area code "601." It reflects on the deceptive nature of people who pretend to be genuine but ultimately betray others. The lyrics also boast about the rapper's jewelry, money, and status, highlighting his personal achievements and a disregard for fame. The references to gun violence showcase a sense of intimidation towards their rivals, mentioned as "the opps," and a desire to prevail in the ongoing feud. The song ends by reaffirming the rapper's loyalty and success, with his crew enjoying the spoils of their hard work and taking advantage of the opportunities they have seized.


Line by Line Meaning

Pockets blew up like Rob K, now i got a bag
I became wealthy and now I have a large sum of money.


Broke niggas hatin like a nigga forgot the past
Poor individuals are jealous of my success and have forgotten their own struggles.


Me and gang in this bih finna feed the streets
My crew and I are about to provide for the community.


Look at us wrong lil nigga we’ll bring the beef
If you disrespect us, we will start a conflict with you.


I spit fire you’ll swear I'm a fucking dragon
My rap skills are exceptional, and people may mistake me for a mythical creature.


I'll pull up in my motherfuckin G Wagon
I will arrive in a luxurious G Wagon vehicle.


She a thot hoe but i don’t give a fuck
She is promiscuous, but I don't care about her actions.


No pussy, straight top she can fucking suck
I am not interested in sexual intercourse, but she can perform oral sex.


Nappy head azz nigga, but i get the guap
Despite having unkempt hair, I still acquire wealth.


Tryin to make it out the hood so I can't stop
I am determined to escape the impoverished neighborhood.


90 baby so you know I'm ready to kick a door
As a person born in the '90s, I am prepared to forcefully enter a location.


Look at me wrong i might rob yo fucking hoe
If someone disrespects me, I might steal their partner.


Back then she didn’t want me, Now she all up on me
Previously, she was uninterested in me, but now she desires my attention.


Still a ugly azz nigga, just with some money
Despite having wealth, I am still physically unattractive.


These hoes got me laughing, I think its funny
I find it amusing how these promiscuous women behave.


She wanted money, ha bitch you fucking dummy
She desired financial gain, but I consider her foolish.


The opps scared cause we always sending shots
Our enemies are afraid because we frequently engage in gun violence.


We were fiening, dying to get a plate
We were desperate and willing to do anything to acquire resources.


Then we took it now all my niggas eating steak
We successfully obtained what we desired, and now my crew enjoys luxury.


All these chains on my neck, like im a slave
I wear numerous necklaces, resembling the way slaves were accessorized.


Thats just mean a young nigga, is gettin paid
This simply implies that a young individual, like myself, is earning money.


I just want the money nigga, fuck the fame
I prioritize wealth over fame.


Ima goat in this bitch, Trap Gang
I am regarded as the greatest in this industry, representing the Trap Gang.


My diamonds are clear, clearer than the fuckin ocean
The clarity of my diamonds surpasses that of the ocean.


Your girl makes my dick dissapear, hocus pocus
When engaging in sexual intercourse, your partner's oral skills are so impressive that my penis seemingly disappears.


Got the 9 on my hip its going to leave a scar
I carry a firearm on my side, and it has the potential to harm someone.


Make shells penetrate niggas like a pornstar
My gunshots are capable of penetrating individuals, similar to how a pornstar performs penetrative acts.


I don’t get mad lil nigga i just get even
I don't become angry; instead, I seek revenge.


Shoot him in the leg, now he walking like a penguin
By shooting someone in the leg, they will limp and resemble a penguin when walking.


Nappy head azz nigga, he so fucking lit
Despite having unkempt hair, he is highly energetic and popular.


Put my kids on her azz call that baby sit
I place my children on her buttocks, which can be metaphorically referred to as babysitting.


Im from the sip, 601 to be exact
I originate from Mississippi, specifically the 601 area code.


Where niggas shake your hand then shoot you in your back
In this region, individuals may pretend to be friendly by shaking hands but will betray you by shooting you in the back.


Fake niggas in the game call em conterfeite
Dishonest individuals involved in the industry are referred to as counterfeit.


My diamonds caught pneumonia, so my neck is stupid sick
My diamonds have become incredibly stunning and valuable, causing my neck to be excessively adorned.


You know i keep that strap on me, like a true dike
It is known that I carry a weapon with me, similar to how a lesbian who prefers masculine clothing carries a strap-on dildo.


Put the pistol to his face now he screaming yikes
When I hold a gun against someone's face, they respond with fear and surprise.


Fuck with me, my finger stay on the trigga
If you mess with me, I am constantly prepared to pull the trigger of my firearm.


Im a reckless, heartless, azz hood nigga
I am an impulsive, ruthless individual from the hood.


Numb the pain with the money, you know how it is
I alleviate my emotional distress by focusing on my financial success.


If you not fucking then i guess i’ll fuck your best friend
If you are not interested in a sexual relationship, I am willing to engage in one with your closest companion.


From the south so i slur my motherfucking words
Being from the southern region, my speech becomes slightly unclear.


The glock sound like thunder no Paul George
The noise produced by the Glock pistol resembles thunder, unlike the sound produced by basketball player Paul George.




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Written by: Clearanc Turrentine

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Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/gb/album/n-a-n-studio-freestyle/1505717952?i=1505717953

@ishaqolvaris6296

What the fuck? Is Scratch C.S's producer
as well

@mhuuudhaarrarhhhmmmez4829

Those them hard barz _...

@Mpb17-Music-

Cs we need new music where you gone ??!

@JDPJourneys

@@Mpb17-Music- he’s probably locked let’s be real 💯

@lusv4316

The flow. He came dopey with it 🧟‍♂️ 🔥

@mistawibedywob9544

He looks dopey too init

@ogruss2671

C.S is one of the most under rated he goes hard

@Blade-2k

Those 2009 type freestyle/video right here

@FMProdHD

Straight heat

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