Chase B became interested in DJ'ing when he hosted parties and MC'ed while attending Howard University in D.C. Realizing that not only could he be the MC but the DJ as well, he worked on his skills and after leaving University moved to New York, where he DJ'd high profile parties, fashion events, and festivals. It wasn't long before childhood friend Travis Scott took Chase B out on tour as his DJ, and the two also worked on creating music together, with Chase B becoming part of the JackBoys collective. 2019 saw him team up with Young Thug and Sheck Wes on the single "Mayday" before following it up with 2020's "Casino" and the Don Toliver- and Gunna-featuring "Cafeteria." ~ Rich Wilson
Mayday
Chase B Lyrics
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I'm going dumb in a moshpit (bitch)
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (yeah)
I can't close my eyelids (yeah)
Why? 'Cause a young nigga off it (uh)
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
Last year, made a big profit (yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet (uh)
Smoking this gas got me coughing (yessir)
You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (bitch, bitch)
Yeah (yeah), it's a motherfucking stick up (bitch)
Put your hands up or get hit up (uh)
I grew up a bad nigga (yeah)
Section 8, be in the projects, I was in the parks with the hittas (hittas)
Now, I count bands, count figures
You don't fuck with Sheck Wes? Get the finger (bitch)
This not a hoe like Mike (yes), this not a hoe like wizard (wizard)
My youngin' heart, cold like December (bitch)
Streets done turned me to a killer (killer)
The car panoramic, all-white Ku Klux Klan
I got in her panties, I didn't even plan it
The new one is Spanish, I hopped out the coupe
Gave a rack to her grannie, I don't do the bogus
Ain't tryna expose her, I didn't even tell on you
Your house for foreclosure, I didn't even know it
I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I thought that you fucked him
I owe you for life, and you on with no score
I hop off the jet, I hop on a boat
I'm smokin' biscotti, it's makin' me choke
I have after parties and after parties
I'm drinkin' red, I don't want no Bacardi
When I get the kids, you look so sorted
You look like you have a good time with your buddies
I know that you need it, little break and they fussin'
When shit gets off, shoot out the lil' bucket with you
Need a nanny, I go Randy Savage
I gave 'way the Rollie, the AP is 'matic
Got Daytonas, Breitlings, got skeletons added
The shit don't look average, I like how it setted
I'm checking the static, I'm checking the settings
This bitch 'round my neck, he might cook in my Patek
I'm hungry as fuck, 'bout to eat out her carrot
I got the biggest body inside of the valley
I'm next to John Wall I could throw him an alley
Rent the plate, boy I'm matchin' and stabbin'
I put on some ice, now I'm cool as an addict
I know how to fold, they took all my cash in
I knew how to fish, I know that I'm rich
I pour the eight in a Sierra Mist
Ran up some M's, I'm don't need a lick
Heard she was gon' go down, I don't see that bitch
I'm going dumb in a moshpit (bitch)
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (yeah)
I can't close my eyelids (yeah)
Why? 'Cause a young nigga off it (yrah)
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
I got the message like a prophet (uh)
Last year, made a big profit (yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet (uh)
Smoking this gas got me coughing (yessir)
You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (bitch, bitch)
Yeah (yeah), it's a motherfucking stick up (bitch)
Put your hands up or get hit up (uh)
I grew up a bad nigga (yeah)
The lyrics of Chase B's song "MAYDAY" are a mix of boastful references to the rapper's success, warnings to those who would cross him, and descriptions of his rough background. The first verse consists mainly of flexing: the rapper claims to be so high that he can't close his eyes, cites his earnings as a "prophet" who has made a "big profit," and asserts that he could put anyone who talks badly about him "in a casket or a coffin." He also references his participation in a "moshpit," suggesting that he is both a fan of heavy music and willing to participate in chaotic, dangerous situations.
The second verse delves more deeply into the rapper's backstory. He mentions growing up in Section 8 housing in the projects, where he was around violent people his whole life. From there, he claims to have risen to a position of success where he can throw extravagant parties and even give $1,000 to a grandmother. Nonetheless, the street life has marked him, as he describes himself as a "killer" and talks about checking for "static" in his environment. The verse is also notable for its dense, unpredictable rhymes, which demonstrate Chase B's skill as a rapper.
Overall, "MAYDAY" is a song that shows off Chase B's technical rapping ability as well as his attitude of ruthless confidence. The lyrics, while not particularly poetic or introspective, create a vivid picture of a rapper who is unafraid of chaos and danger and who has worked hard to escape a difficult environment.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo, Chase B!
The artist greets his fellow artist Chase B, who is likely the DJ for the song.
I'm going dumb in a moshpit (bitch)
The artist is enjoying himself in a moshpit and getting caught up in the excitement.
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (yeah)
When the artist is out in the crowd at a concert or event, he tends to get lost in the experience and forgets where he is.
I can't close my eyelids (yeah)
The artist is so hyped up and energized that he can't even blink, highlighting his level of excitement.
Why? 'Cause a young nigga off it (uh)
The artist is feeling the effects of drugs or alcohol, which is contributing to his high energy levels and inability to close his eyes.
I got the message like a prophet
The artist received a sign or message from a higher power, indicating that something significant is about to happen.
Last year, made a big profit (yeah)
The artist had a successful financial year and likely made a lot of money from his music or other business ventures.
Big bands, put it in my wallet (uh)
The artist received large amounts of cash or money from his successful year and is now keeping it in his wallet.
Smoking this gas got me coughing (yessir)
The artist is smoking strong cannabis, which is causing him to cough strongly and likely contributing to his high energy levels.
You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (bitch, bitch)
The artist is warning people not to talk negatively about him or they may face severe consequences, even death.
Yeah (yeah), it's a motherfucking stick up (bitch)
The artist is signaling a robbery or heist is taking place and people need to put their hands up or surrender their valuables.
Put your hands up or get hit up (uh)
The artist is threatening violence against those who do not comply with the robbery, emphasizing the seriousness of the situation.
I grew up a bad nigga (yeah)
The artist had a rough upbringing and dealt with difficult situations, possibly involving crime or poverty.
Lyrics ยฉ Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Khamidou Fall
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Apey Boy
I'm going dumb in a moshpit (bitch)
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (yeah)
I can't close my eyelids (yeah)
Why? 'Cause a young nigga off it (uh)
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
I got the message like a prophet (uh)
Last year, made a big profit (yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet (uh)
Smoking this gas got me coughing (yessir)
You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (bitch, bitch)
Yeah (yeah), it's a motherfucking stick up (bitch)
Put your hands up or get hit up (uh)
I grew up a bad nigga (yeah)
Section 8, be in the projects, I was in the parks with the hittas (hittas)
Now, I count bands, count figures
You don't fuck with Sheck Wes? Get the finger (bitch)
This not a hoe like Mike (yes), this not a hoe like wizard (wizard)
My youngin' heart, cold like December (bitch)
Streets done turned me to a killer (killer)
The car panoramic, all-white Ku Klux Klan
I got in her panties, I didn't even plan it
The new one is Spanish, I hopped out the coupe
Gave a rack to her grannie, I don't do the bogus
Ain't tryna expose her, I didn't even tell on you
Your house for foreclosure, I didn't even know it
I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I thought that you fucked him
I owe you for life, and you on with no score
I hop off the jet, I hop on a boat
I'm smokin' biscotti, it's makin' me choke
I have after parties and after parties
I'm drinkin' red, I don't want no Bacardi
When I get the kids, you look so sorted
You look like you have a good time with your buddies
I know that you need it, little break and they fussin'
When shit gets off, shoot out the lil' bucket with you
Need a nanny, I go Randy Savage
I gave 'way the Rollie, the AP is 'matic
Got Daytonas, Breitlings, got skeletons added
The shit don't look average, I like how it setted
I'm checking the static, I'm checking the settings
This bitch 'round my neck, he might cook in my Patek
I'm hungry as fuck, 'bout to eat out her carrot
I got the biggest body inside of the valley
I'm next to John Wall I could throw him an alley
Rent the plate, boy I'm matchin' and stabbin'
I put on some ice, now I'm cool as an addict
I know how to fold, they took all my cash in
I knew how to fish, I know that I'm rich
I pour the eight in a Sierra Mist
Ran up some M's, I'm don't need a lick
Heard she was gon' go down, I don't see that bitch
I'm going dumb in a moshpit (bitch)
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (yeah)
I can't close my eyelids (yeah)
Why? 'Cause a young nigga off it (yrah)
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
I got the message like a prophet (uh)
Last year, made a big profit (yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet (uh)
Smoking this gas got me coughing (yessir)
You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (bitch, bitch)
Yeah (yeah), it's a motherfucking stick up (bitch)
Put your hands up or get hit up (uh)
I grew up a bad nigga (yeah)
Muhammad Fajrul Falah
Yo, Chase B!
I'm going dumb in a moshpit (bitch)
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (yeah)
I can't close my eyelids (yeah)
Why? 'Cause a young nigga off it (uh)
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
I got the message like a prophet (uh)
Last year, made a big profit (yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet (uh)
Smoking this gas got me coughing (yessir)
You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (bitch, bitch)
Yeah (yeah), it's a motherfucking stick up (bitch)
Put your hands up or get hit up (uh)
I grew up a bad nigga (yeah)
Section 8, be in the projects, I was in the parks with the hittas (hittas)
Now, I count bands, count figures
You don't fuck with Sheck Wes? Get the finger (bitch)
This not a hoe like Mike (yes), this not a hoe like wizard (wizard)
My youngin' heart, cold like December (bitch)
Streets done turned me to a killer (killer)
The car panoramic, all-white Ku Klux Klan
I got in her panties, I didn't even plan it
The new one is Spanish, I hopped out the coupe
Gave a rack to her grannie, I don't do the bogus
Ain't tryna expose her, I didn't even tell on you
Your house for foreclosure, I didn't even know it
I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I thought that you fucked him
I owe you for life, and you on with no score
I hop off the jet, I hop on a boat
I'm smokin' biscotti, it's makin' me choke
I have after parties and after parties
I'm drinkin' red, I don't want no Bacardi
When I get the kids, you look so sorted
You look like you have a good time with your buddies
I know that you need it, little break and they fussin'
When shit gets off, shoot out the lil' bucket with you
Need a nanny, I go Randy Savage
I gave 'way the Rollie, the AP is 'matic
Got Daytonas, Breitlings, got skeletons added
The shit don't look average, I like how it setted
I'm checking the static, I'm checking the settings
This bitch 'round my neck, he might cook in my Patek
I'm hungry as fuck, 'bout to eat out her carrot
I got the biggest body inside of the valley
I'm next to John Wall I could throw him an alley
Rent the plate, boy I'm matchin' and stabbin'
I put on some ice, now I'm cool as an addict
I know how to fold, they took all my cash in
I knew how to fish, I know that I'm rich
I pour the eight in a Sierra Mist
Ran up some M's, I'm don't need a lick
Heard she was gon' go down, I don't see that bitch
I'm going dumb in a moshpit (bitch)
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (yeah)
I can't close my eyelids (yeah)
Why? 'Cause a young nigga off it (yrah)
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
I got the message like a prophet (uh)
Last year, made a big profit (yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet (uh)
Smoking this gas got me coughing (yessir)
You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (bitch, bitch)
Yeah (yeah), it's a motherfucking stick up (bitch)
Put your hands up or get hit up (uh)
I grew up a bad nigga (yeah)
vnm
Thuggers talent is unmatched i swear this man can do no wrong
JEROME
vnm right
Manny Escuela
vnm no he used to be so good now it seems like heโs saying the same shit and flow every song
JEROME
@Manny Escuela cause you don't understand greatness
Manny Escuela
Slatt Business I do and itโs not repeating the same flow in all songs of yours
vnm
@Manny Escuela 2015 thug is classic but he's done nothing but evolve and improve over the past 4 years and if you can't see that then you sleeping
Devin Burgers
If sheck had more songs like this he'd be a lot bigger.
Ayo
mudboy mad underrated
PRiMEog
listen to Mudboy Draco Malfoy and Lebron James mans been out here
Young Iffy Blues
@PRiMEog Jev