Lean
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Owwww young Money in this motherfucker

There is no peace
I ride 'till there is no wheels
Till there is no streets
Like where is my piece
They dying in them cells or already dead
Or tryna kill themselves
I rep my niggas, I love my city
I feel myself and she feel my wealth
So it will not help, I gotta get me
And money like pussy and I gotta get deep
So I gotta get street cause it's riding on me
My niggas can't drive, I got riders with me
And nah I ain't into that
Back and forth chit chat
As a matter fact I'mma end that
Prone to destruction, home is corrupted
Stones in my dungies won't do the justice
Them hundred dollar homes is in abundance
Hustle on a mountain, hustle in a tundra
Get that money or don't function
Punctuation exclamation exclamation period
That's the way I have to make it
S to K, you better take it, idiots period
Bullshit, I pity it
Them guns shot so loud you
Would think I MIDI'd it
I shot more than once, I'm ab-libing it
Oh well you been in hell so what
I live in it
I'm giving it all I got for them incentives
Riding for them benefit's and now it's
Back to 10 a brick i like 'em thin and thick
Really I like 'em thick, high yellow and shit
Weezy F Baby

Hot Spitta, nigga, flow so sick
Sidekick talkin' to my older bitch
I had to leave her
'cause she was too controlling and shit
I'm like "you can't have me
I'm too young for you bitch"
They got these niggas in the street tryna
That's cool, bring it, I got guns for you son
I'm talkin' about 17 other
Glocks with the beam
Homie, I guarantee that I don't miss
Hot Spitta ride slow two burners on the seat
Cops can't get addicted to my grind
Bitches stop riches, mami I ain't got time
Respect a nigga mind
Bitch I'm tryna get my cake
They hatin' on me
They don't wanna see me get my shine
Gon' make me whack one of
Them niggas 'cause they fake
745 and I ride for that Uh
'Cause what I hustle for
These niggas try to take
But before they run up on me
I'ma put it on his mind
Then they gon' find his body
Floatin' in a lake i'm tryna figure out with
These niggas mistake my kindness for weakness
Ain't nobody sweet bitch
Young money YM that street shit
Nothin' but heat slick
Rockin' you to sleep quick
Don't fuck around with the dudes
'Cause I ride around with them tools




And I bring the drama to crews
You know I keep sick, yeah!

Overall Meaning

In "Lean," Curren$y and Styles P deliver powerful lyrics that reflect their experiences growing up in their respective cities. The song starts with a shoutout to Young Money, highlighting their affiliation and setting the tone for the intensity that follows.


The opening lines, "There is no peace, I ride 'till there is no wheels, till there is no streets, like where is my piece," express a sense of restlessness and dissatisfaction. The artists touch upon the harsh realities of life, such as people dying in prisons or attempting to take their own lives. This serves as a reminder of the challenges faced by many individuals.


Curren$y and Styles P also express their loyalty to their friends, love for their cities, and self-confidence. They prioritize their personal growth and financial success, comparing money to the pursuit of deep connections. The lyrics convey a sense of resilience and determination to overcome obstacles, with Curren$y referencing the need to "get street" in order to thrive.


The artists address the cycle of violence and destruction, pointing out the disparities in society, including expensive homes coexisting with poverty. They emphasize the importance of hustling and making money, highlighting the urgency to succeed and survive. Curren$y uses wordplay and clever rhymes to convey his message, showing his skill as a lyricist.


Overall, "Lean" portrays the harsh realities of life, the desire for financial success, and the determination to overcome adversities.


Line by Line Meaning

Owwww young Money in this motherfucker
Expressing pride and dominance, young Money is present and in control


There is no peace
Living in a chaotic environment full of conflict


I ride 'till there is no wheels
I keep going, pushing forward until there's nothing left


Till there is no streets
Until there's nowhere left to go, no path to follow


Like where is my piece
Questioning one's share or portion in life


They dying in them cells or already dead
People suffering and losing their lives in prison or already deceased


Or tryna kill themselves
Some are so desperate they contemplate suicide


I rep my niggas, I love my city
I represent and support my friends and show loyalty to my city


I feel myself and she feel my wealth
I'm confident in my abilities and others are attracted to my success


So it will not help, I gotta get me
Relying on oneself, needing to focus on personal growth and success


And money like pussy and I gotta get deep
Money is a desirable and intimate pursuit that I'm fully invested in


So I gotta get street cause it's riding on me
I must adapt to the rough realities of the streets because that's the pressure I face


My niggas can't drive, I got riders with me
My friends lack direction, but I have loyal and dependable people with me


And nah I ain't into that
I'm not interested in engaging in unnecessary arguments or discussions


Back and forth chit chat
Engaging in pointless and repetitive conversation


As a matter fact I'mma end that
In fact, I'm going to put an end to that right now


Prone to destruction, home is corrupted
Susceptible to chaos and instability, my environment is filled with corruption


Stones in my dungies won't do the justice
Material possessions don't adequately represent or solve the problems I face


Them hundred dollar homes is in abundance
There are many cheap and low-quality houses available


Hustle on a mountain, hustle in a tundra
I work hard to succeed in any situation, whether it's challenging or adverse


Get that money or don't function
Success and survival depend on acquiring wealth and resources


Punctuation exclamation exclamation period
Emphasizing the importance of strong and definitive actions


That's the way I have to make it
This is the method I must use to achieve success


S to K, you better take it, idiots period
I represent strength and knowledge, and those who underestimate me are foolish


Bullshit, I pity it
I have no tolerance for nonsense, and I have sympathy for those trapped in it


Them guns shot so loud you
My firearms make a powerful statement and are attention-grabbing


Would think I MIDI'd it
It sounds like I programmed the gunfire with MIDI technology


I shot more than once, I'm ab-libing it
I fire multiple shots and improvise my actions


Oh well you been in hell so what
I don't care if you've experienced struggles or hardships


I live in it
I exist and flourish even in challenging circumstances


I'm giving it all I got for them incentives
I'm putting in maximum effort for the rewards and motivations that drive me


Riding for them benefit's and now it's
I'm working hard for the advantages and benefits, and now it's paying off


Back to 10 a brick i like 'em thin and thick
Returning to selling drugs, enjoying a variety of clientele


Really I like 'em thick, high yellow and shit
Personally, I prefer voluptuous women with lighter skin tones


Weezy F Baby
A reference to Lil Wayne's alter ego, emphasizing his identity


Hot Spitta, nigga, flow so sick
I, Hot Spitta, have an exceptional and contagious rap style


Sidekick talkin' to my older bitch
Using a sidekick phone to communicate with my older, more experienced woman


I had to leave her
I had to end the relationship with her


'cause she was too controlling and shit
She exerted excessive control and dominance over me, which I couldn't tolerate


I'm like 'you can't have me
Expressing independence and rejecting being controlled


I'm too young for you bitch'
I am too youthful and vibrant for someone of your age, insulting her


They got these niggas in the street tryna
These people in the streets are attempting to


That's cool, bring it, I got guns for you son
I'm unafraid and ready to confront any threats with my weapons


I'm talkin' about 17 other
Referring to having at least 17 additional


Glocks with the beam
Handguns equipped with laser sights


Homie, I guarantee that I don't miss
I assure you that my shots are accurate and won't be off target


Hot Spitta ride slow two burners on the seat
Hot Spitta drives leisurely, with two guns resting on the car seat


Cops can't get addicted to my grind
Law enforcement cannot resist or interfere with my hustle


Bitches stop riches, mami I ain't got time
Women distract from wealth accumulation, I don't have time for relationships


Respect a nigga mind
Appreciate and acknowledge the intelligence and thoughts of a person


Bitch I'm tryna get my cake
I'm focused on getting money and achieving financial success


They hatin' on me
There are people who harbor jealousy and animosity towards me


They don't wanna see me get my shine
They don't want me to succeed and receive recognition


Gon' make me whack one of
They might push me to kill one of


Them niggas 'cause they fake
Those individuals because they are inauthentic and deceitful


745 and I ride for that Uh
I drive a luxury car and am dedicated to my hustling lifestyle


'Cause what I hustle for
Because I work hard and strive for


These niggas try to take
These individuals attempt to steal or rob from me


But before they run up on me
However, before they approach me with hostility


I'ma put it on his mind
I will make him aware


Then they gon' find his body
Later, they will discover his lifeless body


Floatin' in a lake i'm tryna figure out with
Floating in a body of water, I'm attempting to understand


These niggas mistake my kindness for weakness
These individuals misinterpret my kindness as a sign of vulnerability


Ain't nobody sweet bitch
I am not to be underestimated or taken lightly


Young money YM that street shit
Representing Young Money, which thrives in street culture


Nothin' but heat slick
Everything I bring and deliver is intense and powerful


Rockin' you to sleep quick
I swiftly put you to rest, often referring to defeating rivals


Don't fuck around with the dudes
Don't mess with us, the group or crew I'm associated with


'Cause I ride around with them tools
Because I consistently carry firearms with me


And I bring the drama to crews
I am known for causing conflicts and confrontations with other groups


You know I keep sick, yeah!
You know I remain dangerous and unpredictable




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Jose Alvarado

Timeless music

tangodown86

Beast ass song. Play this every day when i prep for the shop

Ash

This shit was playing in my head in the shower I had to find it 🤣🤣🤣

The1EnuFF

This shit sum MAGMA 🔥🔥

Ronnie B

Legendary and Rare

VLOVE 77

Hard bodied u hear me!💪

Rico B

Used to play this shit everyday 2014

Dmoney93

Beat sampled from like 27 seconds into the song Na boca do sol

Brian brown

Crazy!!! I peeped that too. The sample was quick

SmoKe

Curren$y has at least 3 songs with Na boca do sol sample

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