Keith Farrelle Cozart (born August 15, 1995), better known by his stage nam… Read Full Bio ↴Keith Farrelle Cozart (born August 15, 1995), better known by his stage name Chief Keef, is an American rapper and producer from Chicago, Illinois. Known as one of the central pioneers and propagators of the prominent Chicago drill style, he was 16 upon signing a multi-million dollar record contract with Interscope Records. Keef is also the CEO of his own label imprint Glory Boyz Entertainment, later renamed Glo Gang. He released his debut mixtape The Glory Road on July 9, 2011 followed by Bang in October that year. Keef's debut album Finally Rich was released in December 2012.

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.

Earned It
Chief Keef Lyrics

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Young Chop on the beat
Ayy, still the same young nigga
Ain′t shit changed, young nigga
I'm still comin′ 064, I still rep' 064, nigga
Still rep' 3hunna, nigga, I′m still 6hunna, nigga
Rest in peace Lil Steve nigga
Rest in peace Lil Moe nigga
Rest in peace all the guys

Rest in peace all niggas, rest in peace Big Glo nigga
Gang, gang, nigga, front street shit, 061 shit, nigga
Bang, bang, nigga, gang, gang, gang in this bitch, nigga (Bang!)

I got all my motherfucking jewelry on (jewelry on)
You can try to flex like your bitch ass want it (like your bitch ass want it, huh?)
You don′t want these bullets flying like some comets (flying like some comets, bang-bang)
You a motherfucking frog little Kermit (you a Kermit, huh?)
I'm a glo′ man, I don't need a garment (I don′t need a garment)
And I'm hotter than a fucking furnace (hotter than a furnace)
Take a Tooka blunt then I burned it (Then I burned it)
And I spend this money ′cause I earned it ('Cause I earned it)

That bitch called me on the phone she ain't want shit (she don′t want shit)
Told that bitch, "don′t call my phone with all that nonsense" (Please don't call my phone with all that nonsense, yah)
I′m getting to that guap bitch, I be guaping (Listen to that guap, baby)
Smoking on this blunt, this shit stunky (This shit stank baby)
I mean skunky (gang, baby), I'm rolling with the funky (gang, baby)
Cops pull me over, they don′t want shit (bang, bang, baby)
They just want to say they locked me up (Sosa, Sosa, Sosa)
'Cause they know I got a lot of bucks (Chief Sosa)
But I′m bonding right out, I ain't broke (I ain't broke, bitch)
Niggas ain′t getting no money, it ain′t a joke (It ain't a joke, bitch)
You better get some money for your momma or your hoe (bitch)
Boy, yo′ ass better not be broke (bitch)
I spent four bands on a coat (on a Moncler)
I spent a fucking band on some loafs (on some God?)
I spent that hunnid' on my Air Force Ones (On my Ones, yeah)
To stomp a nigga in his Air Force Ones (in his Air Force One, yeah)
I don′t need a jet, I want Air Force One (Air Force One, yeah)
I am fucking president and a sun (like Obama, yeah)
Sold a bitch for five thousand and left her one (I left for one, yeah)
And threw that fucking shit in the strip club (in the strip club, yeah)
Niggas flexing, this ain't what they want (ain′t what they want)
I up this pump and fill a nigga up (fill that bitch ass up)
Riding down my block, no, this ain't what they want (squad, squad)
We up these pistols, hit a nigga up (Hit a nigga up, bang bang)

I got all my motherfucking jewelry on (jewelry on)
You can try to flex like your bitch ass want it (like you want it)
You don't want these bullets flying like some comets (flying like some comets)
You a motherfucking frog, little Kermit (still little Kermit)
I′m a glo′ man, I don't need a garment (I don′t need a garment)
And I'm hotter than a fucking furnace (than a chimney)
Take a Tooka blunt then I burned it (burn it like a chimney)
And I spend this money ′cause I earned it ('Cause I earned it and you feel it)

Smoking dope like a chimney (Like a chimney)
TEC on my hip, that means that it′s feeling me (It's feeling Keith)
These niggas ain't no kin to me, no friend to me (hell nah)
These nigga fucking enemies (bang, bang!)
Ayy, the beat go off?, ayy
Ayy, I up it then my heat go off (bang)
I heard he do that sneaky talk (huh? huh?)
I heard he was a sneaky dawg
I up this fucking .40 then I speak it dawg
Me, I take naps and you a sleepy dawg (huh?)
Catch yo′ ass in the back, shoot up your fe-fe dawg (Dadah?)
.223 is at your neck, breathing dawg? (bang-bang)
Nigga, don′t even sneeze, I get to squeezing, dawg (bang-bang)
My little bitch a vet, she said she need a dawg (gang gang)
She know I get them checks and I don't speak at all (Gan?)
Some bitches bully me and Justin Bieber y′all (gang)
I'm in the kitchen cooking Justin Bieber y′all (skrr, skrr)
I ain't got none of them shades, I′m still not seeing y'all (nah)
Lil' bitch I′m glo′, I don't want to be with y′all (nah)
White Air Force Ones, 'cause that′s how I'm feeling y′all (yah)
I'm from Chiraq where they be killing y'all (bah)
All these fuck niggas and they feeling hard (huh, huh?)
I′m laughing to the bank like "ha-ha-ha-ha" (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!)
And I got my Glock and this bitch, click-clack pow, pow, pow, pow
(Pow, pow, pow, pow, nigga)

I got all my motherfucking jewelry on (jewelry on)
You can try to flex like your bitch ass want it (Bitch ass want it, huh?)
You don′t want these bullets flying like some comets (Flying like some comets)
You a motherfucking frog, little Kermit (That's lil′ Kermit, huh?)
I'm a glo′ man, I don't need a garment (I don′t need garment, huh?)
And I'm hotter than a fucking furnace (than a fucking chimney)
Take a Tooka blunt then I burned it (then I burned it, huh?)
And I spend this money 'cause I earned it (′Cause I earned it, huh?)

Ayy, gang-gang, nigga
Gang-gang, nigga
Ayy, gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch

Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Gang-gang

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Earned It" by Chief Keef are heavily influenced by the rap genre's typical themes of wealth, power, and violence. Keef mentions various elements such as jewelry, guns, and smoking which are associated with the gangster culture. The song also references other rappers, such as Lil Moe and Lil Steve, and pays homage to them as Keef acknowledges them as legendary within the rap community. The lyrics also reflect Keef's "glo gang" - a term used to describe his entourage and movement. Keef's "glo gang" represents Chicago's violent streets and connects his music with the city's gun violence.

Keef boasts of his success and fortune by rapping about his jewelry and spending habits. He boasts about spending huge amounts of money on expensive items such as coats, shoes, and Air Force Ones. Keef’s lyrics also touch on the theme of police brutality as he talks about the cops who pull him over and know he has a lot of money but still want to lock him up. The song conveys the message of Keef's rise to success despite the struggles he faced in his life as he mentions having to earn his fortune hence the title "Earned It." Overall, Keef's lyrics in "Earned It" involve themes of violence, wealth, and Keef’s personal rise to fame.

Writer(s): Jason Quenneville, Abel Tesfaye, Ahmad Balshe, Stephan Moccio

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