Say I Ain't Pick Yo Weak Ass Up
Chief Keef Lyrics


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(Ayy, Young Malcolm)
Yeah
Ain't no Obama Care, yeah
GBE, baby
Sit Gang, Fifth Gang, Get It Gang

You can have the chain on my neck for a shot to the head, boy (shots to the head, boy)
We just hit the corner, you up on it, now you dead, boy (yeah)
Foenem on your head, they on your head just like a dread, boy (buh-buh-buh-buh, ayy)
Gang tryna' pour a sixteen, I'm like "fuck it, grab the K, boy" (bang, bang, bang, yeah)
Stick up in the dresser, I'm gon' blow yo ass like Craig, boy (duh-duh-duh, ayy)
I just spent the same sack, you just put up on my head, boy (duh-duh-duh, beep beep)
And I'm smokin' bud I'm off that bud, you still get air, boy (yeah)
Seen my cousin dead, that shit play over in my head, boy (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm from Chiraq, I'm from the streets but I'm not grail, boy (yeah)
When I go to sleep (Ayy), I have my 30 in my bed, boy (yeah, yeah)
You wanna roll with gang, when we get rollin' don't get scared, boy (ayy, ayy)
Never gave a fuckin' shit so ain't no Obama Care, boy (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no Obama Care nigga (yeah)
Yeah, ain't no Obama Care nigga (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ain't no Obama Care nigga (gang, Gang)
Yeah, ain't no Obama Care nigga (yeah, yeah)

Talkin' grindin' I be on a rail, nigga (yeah)
And I'm smart as fuck, I could've went to Yale, nigga (yeah)
Let the smoke up out the window, can you smell, nigga? (yeah)
And it's overseas, he catch you, cut your tail, nigga (yeah)
And you say I ain't pick your weak ass up, you frail, nigga (yeah)
Gotta watch what you sayin', doin', shoot you twelve, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Foenem pull up, take 'em down and count to twelve, nigga (yeah)
If Chief So ain't get up out here, he ain't have no bell, nigga (yeah)

Yeah, yeah (woo)
Yeah, yeah (he talkin' all the hahaha, woo)
Yeah, yeah (ayy)
Yeah, bang

If yo ass owe me, boy, you better have my bread, boy
Count cash in my sleep and I ain't gotta leave my bed, boy
You a soft ass nigga, man, foenem cut yo tail, boy
Run a mill up and I ain't even touch a trail, boy (whoa)
Lamborghini truck look just like a egg, boy (whoa)
Cash ring in it when I pull up about that place, boy (whoa, whoa)
Mafia, have you upside down up off the ledge, boy (duh-duh-duh)
Voices in my head, I'm talkin' to the fuckin' dead, boy (whoa)
Dead, boy
(Phew, woo-woo) dead, boy
Askin' me what's in my soda, is you scared, boy? (woo, woo, woo woo)
You don't know the difference between purple and red, boy (yeah, duh-duh-duh, bang)

Yeah, yeah (duh-duh-duh, bang bang, duh-duh-duh)
Yeah, yeah (duh-duh-duh, ayy ayy, duh-duh-duh)
Yeah, yeah (bang bang, duh-duh-duh)




Yeah, yeah (ayy, ayy, duh-duh-duh, bang bang)
Yeah, yeah

Overall Meaning

In the song "Pick One," Chief Keef talks about being from Chicago and the dangers of living in the streets. He keeps a gun with him at all times, even when he's sleeping, because of the violence that he's witnessed. The lyrics describe his indifference towards anyone who owes him money and warns those who come at him with violence. He also boasts about his success in the music industry and his ability to count money in his sleep.


The title "Pick One" could refer to the choice that people have to make in terms of their lifestyle in the ghetto; either stay in the streets and engage in violence, or try to make a better life for themselves. The line "When I go to sleep, I have my 30 in my bed" shows that Chief Keef is not afraid to protect himself and highlights the dangers of his environment. The repetition of "Ain't no Obama Care" could refer to the lack of government support or resources in his community.


In the chorus, the line "if yo ass owe me, boy you better have my bread, boy" shows the importance of money in the streets and the consequences for not paying debts. Overall, the song paints a vivid picture of the harsh reality of living in impoverished neighborhoods and the constant danger it brings.


Line by Line Meaning

You can have the chain on my neck for a shot to the head, boy (shots to the head, boy)
I am willing to give you anything, even my expensive jewelry, in exchange for your life.


We just hit the corner, you up on it, now you dead, boy (yeah)
If you come after me or my gang, we will kill you right then and there without hesitation.


Foenem on your head, they on your head just like a dread, boy (buh-buh-buh-buh, ayy)
My gang members are after you and will find you no matter what, just like how dreadlocks grow from the head.


Gang tryna' pour a sixteen, I'm like "fuck it, grab the K, boy" (bang, bang, bang, yeah)
We were planning to drink alcohol, but now we'll just get the machine gun and shoot instead.


Stick up in the dresser, I'm gon' blow yo ass like Craig, boy (duh-duh-duh, ayy)
I have a gun stashed away and will use it to kill you like how Craig was going to do in the movie Friday.


I just spent the same sack, you just put up on my head, boy (duh-duh-duh, beep beep)
I have just spent the same amount of money that you were offering as a bounty for my life.


And I'm smokin' bud I'm off that bud, you still get air, boy (yeah)
I am high off of marijuana and feel relaxed, while you are still in danger and will be killed soon.


Seen my cousin dead, that shit play over in my head, boy (yeah, yeah)
The memory of my cousin's death haunts me constantly.


Bitch, I'm from Chiraq, I'm from the streets but I'm not grail, boy (yeah)
I am from Chicago, a place known for its violence, but I am not a gang member with a 'grail' (a chain worn by certain gangs).


When I go to sleep (Ayy), I have my 30 in my bed, boy (yeah, yeah)
I sleep with a 30 caliber gun next to me for protection.


You wanna roll with gang, when we get rollin' don't get scared, boy (ayy, ayy)
If you want to join my gang, be prepared for the violence that comes with it.


Never gave a fuckin' shit so ain't no Obama Care, boy (yeah, yeah)
I have never cared about anyone or anything, including the health care program that Obama put in place.


Talkin' grindin' I be on a rail, nigga (yeah)
I am dedicated to my grind and work hard all the time.


And I'm smart as fuck, I could've went to Yale, nigga (yeah)
I am intelligent and could have gone to a prestigious university like Yale if I wanted to.


Let the smoke up out the window, can you smell, nigga? (yeah)
I am smoking marijuana and releasing the smoke out the window, can you smell it?


And it's overseas, he catch you, cut your tail, nigga (yeah)
My reach extends overseas and if you cross me, I'll cut off your tail (slang for making you look weak).


And you say I ain't pick your weak ass up, you frail, nigga (yeah)
If you claim that I did not help you, then you are weak and easily breakable.


Gotta watch what you sayin', doin', shoot you twelve, nigga (yeah, yeah)
You need to be careful with your actions and words, or I'll shoot you twelve times (an exaggeration for killing someone).


Foenem pull up, take 'em down and count to twelve, nigga (yeah)
My gang members will arrive and bring you down, then count to twelve (once again, an exaggeration for killing someone).


If Chief So ain't get up out here, he ain't have no bell, nigga (yeah)
If Chief So (another rapper) was still here, he'd be dead and no one would ring a bell (a metaphor for mourning his death).


If yo ass owe me, boy, you better have my bread, boy
If you owe me money, you better have it for me or face the consequences.


Count cash in my sleep and I ain't gotta leave my bed, boy
I am so rich that I can count money even in my sleep without having to leave my bed.


You a soft ass nigga, man, foenem cut yo tail, boy
You are weak and easily breakable, so my gang members will cut off your tail to make you look weaker.


Run a mill up and I ain't even touch a trail, boy (whoa)
I have made a million dollars without even having to deal drugs or commit any crimes.


Lamborghini truck look just like a egg, boy (whoa)
My Lamborghini truck looks like an egg due to its unique shape.


Cash ring in it when I pull up about that place, boy (whoa, whoa)
I am so rich that there's a cash register sound effect when I arrive at a location.


Mafia, have you upside down up off the ledge, boy (duh-duh-duh)
I am a part of the Mafia and will have you hanging upside down off a ledge as punishment.


Voices in my head, I'm talkin' to the fuckin' dead, boy (whoa)
I hear voices in my head and talk to people who have already died in the past.


Askin' me what's in my soda, is you scared, boy? (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Are you afraid that I put something dangerous in my soda that I'm drinking?


You don't know the difference between purple and red, boy (yeah, duh-duh-duh, bang)
You are ignorant and unable to tell the difference between two colors, making you weak and uneducated.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Keith Cozart, Will Carthan, SahBeats, Young Malcolm

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John Williams

He so different from any artist, you can tell the whole damn industry is influenced by the sounds he created, s/o sosa his story a real inspiration

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This is a certified hood classic.

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Connor

Album is fire Sosa u did not disappoint me with this 🔥

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