Cozart attended Dulles Elementary School and later Banner High School on Chicago's South Side, which is where he got his career start. In December 2011, he was arrested on a weapons charge (aggravated unlawful use of a weapon) and put under house arrest at his grandmother's home. While under house arrest, Cozart posted several videos to his YouTube account. The attention he received grew in the short time between the release of several mixtapes and several music videos, including "Bang," "3Hunna," and "I Don't Like." After two locally successful mixtapes, "I Don't Like" became a local hit in Chicago. It also caught fellow Chicago rapper Kanye West's attention, and West organized a remix of the song along with rappers Pusha T, Jadakiss, and Big Sean. On July 7, 2012, it was announced that Chief Keef would be performing at the 2012 Lollapalooza music festival.
In the following years, Keef has served up a continuous stream of releases, such as Back From the Dead 2 (2014), Bang 3 (2015), and Thot Breaker (2017). Critics have cited Chief Keef as a major influence on contemporary hip hop through his impact on artists such as Lil Uzi Vert, 21 Savage, Tupac and various collaborations.
Bang
Chief Keef Lyrics
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(EarDrummers)
Bang
I don't know when to come in (bang, bag)
Just start, just go crazy
Where I'm from, you won't get shit with a hand out
When I come through the city, niggas bring them bands out
I'ma hot boy, someone, please, bring the fans out
Make a bitch work, work, work, work like Rihanna
Stash the twenties, stack the fifties, when I look up, I see hundreds
Man, you know how it feel if you never had nothin'
I can't know how you feel, if you never said somethin'
Get that money, I be runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Remember on the block, gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' gunnin', gunnin'
Now I'm gettin' money, money, money, money, money, money
You can tell by my tummy, tummy, tummy, yummy, yummy
'Member sellin' dope out Granny's for my family
Now I can buy my granny a fuckin' Bentley
Fuck the rap game, fuck I look like buyin' a Plan B
But I gotta get this money, do you understand me?
I'ma fuck my trigger raw until that bitch sing in key
Turn that Xbox on, 'cause ain't no bitch playin' me
Tryna play with me you better off plannin' plan B
'Cause yo plan it ain't workin', I didn't understand it
Just got a call from my momma, she want another
Twenty racks, she will always be the one that's one up
Hop out the car, smell like thunder, I wish you'd run up
I don't crush a lot, I can't, let me call Big Pun up (let me call)
Bang, bang, bang (ayy)
Bang, bang, bang (ooh)
Bang, bang, bang (yeah)
Bang (skrrt) bang, bang (ayy)
Bang, bang, bang, bang (Sosa, baby)
Bang, bang, bang, bang (Mike Will, baby, ayo baby)
Bang, bang, bang, bang (God damn, baby)
Bang, bang
In the trap steady walkin' to the peephole
Now I'm in a mansion, don't know my gate code
In the party, whoop, whoop, okay hoe
She done come through the back with a Draco
No cash, ain't no onstage, hoe
Pan come through the front with the bankroll
She ring the bell and I was like, "ayy bro
Who bitch at the front with a mango?"
She Sosa, I'm Mufasa, Rastafari, bumbaclota
We turn you to a water, lil' nigga, please, don't get mopped up
Pistol Mad Max, I be runnin' round with shottas
I'm the alley cat and you the rat that run around with coppers
Bitch, I'm ballin' so damn hard, I think I need a Fiji water
Swear that money be my baby, hello Sosa, you're the father
"Excuse me bro, do you sell dope?" Fuck you a federali?
I'ma boss and these niggas hoes, that's what he feel behind me
I'm so fire, I'm so fire, in Hawaii eatin' Thai
You gotta pay me for a comment and that comment might be, "why?"
Asian hoe say she think I'm nice, why 'cause I eat rice?
Bitch, I'm mean, go and get your things, you can't spend the night
Bitch, I flex, flexin' on my ex, with a fuckin' check
You think you hot, 'cause you got a box, yo shit could get checked
I'm so hard with a bitch, boss, I be playin' chess
Oh my God, would've been raw, we hit him in the chest
Now he dead, leave his ass red, hit him with Hi-TEC
That mean my TEC so fuckin' hot, hit ten for six and up
Like you was bad before Christmas Eve, bitch, that's what you get
Like I was blind, then that happened and I don't know where you at
Bang, bang, bang (ayy)
Bang, bang (ayy), bang (ooh)
Bang, bang, bang (yeah)
Bang (skrrt), bang, bang (ayy)
Bang, bang, bang, bang (Sosa, baby)
Bang, bang, bang, bang (Mike Will, baby, ayo baby)
Bang, bang, bang, bang (God damn, baby)
Bang, bang
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Bang
Aight
The lyrics of the song "Bang" by Chief Keef are quite provocative and aggressive. The first verse talks about Keef's thoughts on his future collaborations, fighting other rappers and having sexual encounters with women. Keef aggressively dismisses any idea of working with other artists in a respectful way, and instead tells them to perform sexual acts on him.
The second verse shows Keef's disdain for other rappers who try to copy his style but fail to attain his level of success. He also mentions how his music is respected by people in prison and soldiers. The verse ends with Keef talking about having sexual relationships with other men’s partners.
The chorus repeats the message from the first verse, with Keef reminding the listeners of his thoughts towards his future collaborators, opponents and sexual partners.
The third verse is a guest verse by rapper Tray Savage, who talks about his experiences with violence and killing. The lyrics are violent and showcase his affinity for dangerous activities, such as carrying guns and hanging out with women of questionable character.
Overall, the song is an aggressive and provocative piece that highlights the dangerous and gritty reality of Keef's life.
Line by Line Meaning
J'pense aux prochains rappeurs que j'vais graille en featuring
I'm thinking about the next rappers I'm going to collaborate with
J'pense aux prochains négros que j'vais combattre sur le ring
I'm thinking about the next black people I'm going to fight in a boxing match
J'pense aux prochaines shegueyses que j'vais quèn' au bord du lit
I'm thinking about the next women I'm going to have sex with
Tu veux un feat'? Suce ma bite, j'te lâche mes urines
You want a collaboration? Suck my dick, I'll pee on you
J'suis pas dans leur game de merde
I'm not playing their shitty game
Que des girouettes, rien qu'ils se la pètent
They're all fickle and full of themselves
Font les blindés dans leurs clips mais on sait très bien qu'ils ont aucun pes'
They act like they're rich in their music videos, but we all know they're broke
Ils s'mettent tous à trapper comme moi
They're all trying to imitate me and my style of music
Mais ils auront jamais le flow du dur-Gra
But they'll never have my flow or skills
Validé par les taulards et les soldats
I'm validated by the prisoners and soldiers
Ta meuf crie tellement "Sheguey" que quand tu la baises, elle pense à moi
Your girlfriend screams "Sheguey" so much that when you have sex with her, she thinks of me
Quand elle me voit, elle s'met des doigts
When she sees me, she fingers herself
J'rentre dans sa chatte comme un cheval de Troie
I enter her vagina like a Trojan horse
Quand j'en ai marre, j'appelle Felom, Nyda
When I'm tired, I call Felom and Nyda to have a threesome with me and your girlfriend
Histoire qu'on la baise à trois
So we can have a threesome with her
Ouais négro, j'dis que d'la merde
Yeah, I'm just talking bullshit
Nique sa mère, vas-y bouge la tête
Fuck it all, just move your head to the beat
Fume de l'herbe, vas-y pousse les pecs
Smoke some weed and flex your muscles
J'ramène le meilleur MC d'Chicago histoire qu'on les mette à terre
I'm bringing the best MC from Chicago to take them down
Beuh, zèb, cess', euro, règlements d'compte aux armes des pays de l'est (Motherfucker!)
Marijuana, hash, pills, euros, settling scores with weapons from Eastern countries (Motherfucker!)
Sosa Baby!
Sosa Baby!
Heat on my lap, passenger seat
I have a gun on my lap in the passenger seat
Box of Swishers Sweets
I have a box of Swisher cigars
Fuck a body a week ago, boy get killed this week
I killed someone last week and now someone is getting killed this week
You a killer yeah yeah yeah you be killing me
You say you're a killer, but you're not really doing anything to me
He got 10 bands for 8 bars, yeah I’m Tennessee
He got paid $10,000 for just eight bars of a song, like they do in Tennessee
Knock knock on my door, who that?
Someone is knocking on my door, who could it be?
Grab the pole I'm finna see
I'm grabbing my gun to see who is at the door
Got the juice like Juicy J, got 8 balls like MJG
I have the power like Juicy J, and I have drugs like MJG
Got 30 up in my Nina baby, show a nigga how a Nina feelin' maybe
I have 30 bullets in my gun, let me show you how it feels to get shot with it
Like, why you be plottin' on killin' baby?
I don't understand why you would plot to kill someone
Where I come from lot of killing, maybe
Where I'm from, there's a lot of killing that happens, maybe
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Keith Cozart, Dwan Avery
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@officialflexjc
Little did he know he would be the father of new age rappers
@themack4621
jc 💯💯💯💯💯💯
@RyanKingGervin
📖📖📖 its in the Bible
@souljakilla1872
jc oh yeah yeah fr tho
@audiovistaofficial
What about lil b based god
@user-vl3bb5hi3q
audiovistaofficial lol what's the hype behind lil b he can't rap for shit he's trash 📠
@jayvasquez5149
Chief keef is the reason why I started looking into Chicago drill music
@DatBoyNati
On god
@boahancock2198
He’s the reason why I’m listening to rap in general
@hazeinheaven
@@boahancock2198 on god