Hiding
Chief Keef Lyrics


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What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?

I got choppers, I got gwala
I got partners, send you to the doctor
I got guns, singing like opera
And my partners, they got money
We ain't for nu'uh
Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa
What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money?
Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding
And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding

I got my pistol, that's my issue
My pistol get you, it got that grip too
I shoot it at you, them bullets catch you
And now you're done, you couldn't wrestle
All of these niggas, they pretenders
Act like they with you, they out to get you
So don't trust them, so don't love them
They want your spot, they want your hustle
You flex and they want your muscle
Rings on all 10 hands and they want your knuckle
Bitches calling me, they want my time
But I'm chasing all this money runnin'

I got choppers, I got gwala
I got partners, send you to the doctor
I got guns, singing like opera
And my partners, they got money
We ain't for nu'uh
Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa
What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money?
Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding
And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding

What do you want? Where are you going?
What you doing, if you ain't getting money?
I'm smoking ganja, I'm counting commas
I got my llama, so nigga don't try us
I'm blasting at you, I'm laughing at you
Flexing throwing cash up on your bitch
And throwing cash up at you
I threw some cash up at you
Cause you need to catch up
You full of mayonnaise, I'll let Nina red ya
You in the red line, that's the dead line
You ain't got my money on time
Then that's your head mon
Bumbaclottin', Rasta-rockin'
Rastafari mothafucka, damn near lion

I got choppers, I got gwala
I got partners, send you to the doctor
I got guns, singing like opera
And my partners, they got money
We ain't for nu'uh
Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa
What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money?




Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding
And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding

Overall Meaning

The song "Hiding" by Chief Keef talks about the life of a gang member in Chicago, who is armed with guns and ready to fight anyone who tries to come in his way. The lyrics are mostly about getting money and staying safe in the gang world. The chorus is a repetition of the question "what do you want?" which could be interpreted as a challenge to anyone who dares to come in the way of this gang member's money-making pursuits.


The first verse talks about how the gang member is heavily armed and has money to spare. The line "send you to the doctor" is a threat to anyone who tries to challenge him because he has enough weapons to take them down. The line "we ain't for nu'uh" is a nod to the gang's loyalty to each other, and a message to outsiders that they won't tolerate any disloyalty or betrayal.


The second verse talks about how the gang member has to be careful of people who pretend to be friends but are actually trying to take him down. He warns against trusting anyone and advises that one should always keep their guard up. The line "rings on all 10 hands and they want your knuckle" means that people who are close to you may become envious of your progress and want to take your place.


Overall, the song portrays the harsh realities of gang life in Chicago, where survival is dependent on being heavily armed and always aware of one's surroundings.


Line by Line Meaning

What do you want?
Asks the listener repeatedly what they desire.


I got choppers, I got gwala
Has access to guns and money.


I got partners, send you to the doctor
Has associates who can harm others and send them to the hospital.


I got guns, singing like opera
Guns being fired sound like singing voices to him.


And my partners, they got money
His associates have wealth.


We ain't for nu'uh
They are not to be messed with or messed around with.


Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa
Intending disrespect towards the listener's family.


What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money?
Asks why someone is not focused on making money.


Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding
He and his associates are from the 300 Black Disciples gang.


And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding
They are not afraid and can move around without hiding.


I got my pistol, that's my issue
His gun is always with him.


My pistol get you, it got that grip too
His gun is powerful and accurate.


I shoot it at you, them bullets catch you
He will use his gun to harm others.


And now you're done, you couldn't wrestle
If he shoots someone, they will be incapacitated.


All of these niggas, they pretenders
Many people he knows are not trustworthy and act fake.


Act like they with you, they out to get you
People pretend to be his friends but have ulterior motives.


So don't trust them, so don't love them
Warns against developing trust and feelings for those who would betray him.


They want your spot, they want your hustle
Others desire his success and may try to take it from him.


You flex and they want your muscle
If he displays power, others will seek to gain it from him.


Rings on all 10 hands and they want your knuckle
Even his jewelry is coveted by others who want to take it from him.


Bitches calling me, they want my time
Women are seeking attention and time from him.


But I'm chasing all this money runnin'
He prioritizes making money over spending time with women.


What do you want? Where are you going?
Questions the listener about their intentions and destination.


I'm smoking ganja, I'm counting commas
He is smoking marijuana and counting his wealth.


I got my llama, so nigga don't try us
He has his gun and warns others not to attempt to harm him.


I'm blasting at you, I'm laughing at you
He takes pleasure in harming others.


Flexing throwing cash up on your bitch
He displays wealth and is spending money on someone else's girlfriend.


And throwing cash up at you
He is flaunting his wealth and throwing money at others.


Cause you need to catch up
Others need to work harder to achieve his level of success.


You full of mayonnaise, I'll let Nina red ya
He will harm those who are deceitful or fake, with his gun.


You in the red line, that's the dead line
He will harm people who owe him money and fail to pay it.


You ain't got my money on time
He has expectations of payment from others, and promptly.


Then that's your head mon
Warns of violent consequences for those who do not pay on time.


Bumbaclottin', Rasta-rockin'
Expresses affinity for Rastafarianism.


Rastafari mothafucka, damn near lion
He identifies with the strength and courage of lions.




Lyrics Β© Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Keith Cozart

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