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.

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Chief Keef Lyrics

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Yeah, I know you down for some ignorance, down

Sosa Baby
Coolin' on the block and we down for some ignorance
No love to the opps cause we down for some ignorance
I just bought a Glock cause I'm down for some ignorance
My mans just got popped, now I'm down for some ignorance
Fuck the police if you down for some ignorance

Turn up on CPD if you down for some ignorance
Fo'nem ride around and you know they wit da shits
Might pull up on your block let it blow in this bitch
Get down, down for some ignorance

Down, down for some ignorance
Down, down for some ignorance
Down, down for some ignorance
Get 'em

Don't forget the heat (watch out)
They might catch you lacking (watch out)
On 47th street (watch out)
By your mama address (watch out)
Rock you right to sleep (watch out)
Like a little baby (watch out)
Gotta keep a strap on me like straight jacket, bitch I might go crazy

Tuck your scary ass in bed I'd like to sing to you a little ghetto lullaby
Grab your gun, light a blunt, pop a pill and put a middle finger in the sky
Two niggas in a black Toyota with a strap that's loaded and I can't control 'em
Ready for a game of Texas Hold'Em
Meaning they ain't no joker and they poke ya for that white Sammy Sosa
Catch you lackin' on your granny's sofa
Home alone and he 'bout to roll up
He don't know we about to roll up

Up for revenge and I'm down for some ignorance
Run up in his crib, lay down all the witnesses
Finna take a ride and we packing it's a business trip
Me with the Canon in my hand can you picture this

Hide my pain in the past, behind my face in this mask
Foot to the gas, buck on the dash
I might Spaz on your goof ass
Don't make me blast, shit come off safe
If you don't open the safe
Totin' an eight, open the door
Open his face, with this vase
Blood on the carpet, no conscience
Beat a nigga like a 808, so heartless
Ran out the back door of the apartment
Stash the bloody gloves in the garbage
These nightmares turn us into monsters
Memories on 47th street haunt us
You a ghost
Fuck around wit them fuck arounds
You can fuck around and get smoked

Down, down for some ignorance
Down, down for some ignorance
Down, down for some ignorance
Down, down for some ignorance
Get 'em

Niggas on ya head (Watch Out)
Wanna see you bleedin' (Watch Out)
They just took a L (Watch Out)
They gon' make it even (Watch Out)
They know where you live (Watch Out)
They gon' catch you while you leavin'

Is that a face in the staircase, bitch I might be tweakin'
Listen to the voices in my head
Welcome to my fucked up reality
Ever since you did that home invasion
Cause the universe can feel ya energy
Mentally ill, fuck Dr. Phil
All these pills ain't Benadryl (Chiraq)
No oil but it's been a drill
Let me show you how the jungle feel
Lions, Tigers, Bears (oh my)
Tryna dodge the feds (Watch Out)
If the National Guard was actually hard they wouldn't be scared (southside)
And these kids grew up with no moms and no dads
Blew up with these rhymes and notepads
Even if they did they'd dump heads
One a one way street to nowhere
Everything to prove, with nothing to lose
You fools at Fox News
Couldn't walk a block in our shoes
They'll lay you down

Down, down for some ignorance
Down, down for some ignorance
Down, down for some ignorance

Down, down for some ignorance
Get 'em

Overall Meaning

The song "Some" by Chief Keef is a song about street life and its brutal truths. The song is filled with pictures of gun violence, gang rivalries, and the despair that exists in many parts of urban America. The chorus of the song, "Down, down for some ignorance," suggests that those who live in these violent environments are willing to engage in senseless violence, not because they want to, but because they are trapped in a cycle of gang culture and poverty.

The verse, "Two niggas in a black Toyota with a strap that's loaded and I can't control 'em," is a vivid illustration of the control that gangs have over young men in these communities. The lyrics demonstrate how young men find themselves caught up in a world of violence, and how they become numb to the consequences of their actions.

In another verse, Chief Keef talks about how he has to keep a gun with him at all times. He describes how he's lost friends to gun violence and how he now lives in a constant state of fear. The lyrics suggest that for many young people in these communities, carrying a gun is seen as a necessity for survival.

Overall, the song is a powerful commentary on the lives of young people living in violent neighborhoods. By providing a window into the brutal reality of street life, Chief Keef forces listeners to confront the root causes of gun violence in America, from a lack of opportunities to discrimination and poverty.

Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, I know you down for some ignorance, down
I know you're willing to do some reckless and dangerous things

Coolin' on the block and we down for some ignorance
Relaxing on the street with the intention of doing something unwise and potentially harmful

No love to the opps cause we down for some ignorance
We have no compassion for our rivals because we're ready to be destructive

I just bought a Glock cause I'm down for some ignorance
I purchased a firearm because I'm prepared to be foolish and violent

My mans just got popped, now I'm down for some ignorance
After my friend was killed, I'm now willing to engage in dangerous and senseless activity

Fuck the police if you down for some ignorance
If you're willing to be reckless, you also must have hostility towards law enforcement

Turn up on CPD if you down for some ignorance
If you're into foolishness, you won't hesitate to confront the police

Fo'nem ride around and you know they wit da shits
My associates are cruising around and definitely ready for action

Might pull up on your block let it blow in this bitch
We might come to your neighborhoods and cause chaos and violence

Get down, down for some ignorance
Prepare to engage in foolish behavior and be destructive

Don't forget the heat (watch out)
Don't forget your firearms, be on the alert

They might catch you lacking (watch out)
They may catch you not being careful and take advantage

On 47th street (watch out)
Be vigilant on this particular street

By your mama address (watch out)
Be vigilant around your mother's place

Rock you right to sleep (watch out)
Kill you and make you feel peaceful about it

Like a little baby (watch out)
Like a helpless infant

Gotta keep a strap on me like straight jacket, bitch I might go crazy
I need to keep a gun with me at all times, or I might behave irrationally

Tuck your scary ass in bed I'd like to sing to you a little ghetto lullaby
Go to your bed and let me threaten you with a song about street violence

Grab your gun, light a blunt, pop a pill and put a middle finger in the sky
Arm yourself, smoke marijuana, take drugs, and show defiance

Two niggas in a black Toyota with a strap that's loaded and I can't control 'em
Two people in a car with a loaded gun, and I can't stop them

Ready for a game of Texas Hold'Em
Prepared for a fight and a game of chance

Meaning they ain't no joker and they poke ya for that white Sammy Sosa
They are serious and will hurt you for the cocaine

Catch you lackin' on your granny's sofa
Find you off-guard sitting on your grandmother's couch

Home alone and he 'bout to roll up
You're alone and about to smoke marijuana

He don't know we about to roll up
He doesn't know we're going to come and attack him

Up for revenge and I'm down for some ignorance
I'm seeking payback and willing to be foolish

Run up in his crib, lay down all the witnesses
Invade his home and remove any potential witnesses

Finna take a ride and we packing it's a business trip
We're going somewhere with firearms and it's a necessary trip

Me with the Canon in my hand can you picture this
I have a powerful weapon and imagine using it

Hide my pain in the past, behind my face in this mask
I conceal my anguish and trauma behind a facade

Foot to the gas, buck on the dash
Speeding in a car, gun on the dashboard

I might Spaz on your goof ass
I might become violent with you

Don't make me blast, shit come off safe
Don't provoke me, the gun is loaded and the safety is off

If you don't open the safe
If you don't voluntarily open the money locker

Totin' an eight, open the door
Carrying a handgun with eight shots, forcing the door open

Open his face, with this vase
Smashing his face with a vase

Blood on the carpet, no conscience
Carpet stained with blood, no guilt

Beat a nigga like a 808, so heartless
Beat someone violently like a drum machine, with no remorse

Ran out the back door of the apartment
Fled through the rear exit of the building

Stash the bloody gloves in the garbage
Dispose of the blood-covered gloves in the bin

These nightmares turn us into monsters
Haunting memories turn us into evil beings

Memories on 47th street haunt us
Recollections from a particular street leave us disturbed

You a ghost
You are dead or invisible

Fuck around wit them fuck arounds
Play games with dangerous people

You can fuck around and get smoked
You might end up dying

Niggas on ya head (Watch Out)
People are out to get you

Wanna see you bleedin' (Watch Out)
They want to hurt you and see you in pain

They just took a L (Watch Out)
They just lost or suffered a defeat

They gon' make it even (Watch Out)
They will seek revenge for their loss

They know where you live (Watch Out)
They are aware of your place of residence

They gon' catch you while you leavin'
They will attack you while you're exiting

Is that a face in the staircase, bitch I might be tweakin'
Is there someone climbing the stairs? I might be paranoid

Listen to the voices in my head
Hear the sounds in my mind

Welcome to my fucked up reality
Embrace the nightmare that is my life

Ever since you did that home invasion
Since you committed that burglary

Cause the universe can feel ya energy
Your actions result in negative energy in the world

Mentally ill, fuck Dr. Phil
Mentally unstable, don't care about therapy

All these pills ain't Benadryl (Chiraq)
These drugs are not for allergies, but for violence in Chicago

No oil but it's been a drill
No crude oil, but people getting killed

Let me show you how the jungle feel
Let me demonstrate the brutality of the street

Lions, Tigers, Bears (oh my)
Dangerous creatures and situations

Tryna dodge the feds (Watch Out)
Avoiding the federal agents

If the National Guard was actually hard they wouldn't be scared (southside)
If the military had true strength, they wouldn't fear the south side

And these kids grew up with no moms and no dads
These children were raised without parents

Blew up with these rhymes and notepads
Became famous with their lyrics and notebooks

Even if they did they'd dump heads
Even with two parents, they'd still kill people

One a one way street to nowhere
On a path of destruction with no destination

Everything to prove, with nothing to lose
Need to demonstrate themselves, and have no fear of the consequences

You fools at Fox News
You naive people at Fox News

Couldn't walk a block in our shoes
Can't handle our violent and impoverished reality

They'll lay you down
They will kill you

Down, down for some ignorance
Ready and willing to engage in dangerous and foolish behavior

Get 'em
Attack now

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Victor Kwesi Mensah, Keith Cozart, Mike Dean, Ernest Dion Wilson, Malik Yusef Jones, Saul Williams, Tyree Pittman

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