Decisions
E.D.I. Mean Lyrics


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Never made
Good decisions
I was locked up
In that prison
I was never listening
But I stuck to the mission
And I'm getting to the digits
Never fucking with these bitches
And I'm eating all the chicken
And I'm doing good bro
Finally made it out the hood
Never understood why they got to fucking hate
Doing this shit and I'm fucking getting cake
No I never wait and I never hesitate
I know I look a little bummy
But I'm really bout my money
Bitch I'm sweet like honey
And you know I got that sugar
Cut these niggas up I'm a butcher
Roast them in a slow cooker
Writing in my book uh
My music getting good uh
Got a bad bitch yeah she's a fucking looker
Doing shows you know I got to book them
Spitting facts I know it leave you shook huh
Bet y'all niggas didn't know that I'm a rook huh
I'm still tryna make it
I just need some patience
You need that third eye
To understand my cadence
They underestimated my dedication
Tryna be an inspiration
For the next generation
Never made
Good decisions
I was locked up
In that prison
I'm still tryna make it
I just need some patience
You need that third eye
To understand my cadence
I'm still dealing with all that pain
Reminisce I smoke on that haze
Old friends throwing dirt on my name
I'm a wolf I cannot be tamed
You can tell that I ain't the same
Mom's hating the man that I became
I remember stealing your change
I'm sorry for all of that pain
Chase them bands I got to run it up
Like Mowgli I am the wolf cub
Growing up I knew I was the one
Out my fam I had to chase them funds
I'm still tryna make it
I just need some patience




You need that third eye
To understand my cadence

Overall Meaning

In the lyrics to E.D.I. Mean's song "Decisions," the artist reflects on his past struggles and mistakes, particularly the lack of good decisions that led him to a place of confinement and restricted freedom, symbolized by being "locked up in that prison." Despite his past shortcomings and lack of attentiveness, he emphasizes his commitment to a personal mission that is now yielding positive results, as he mentions "getting to the digits" and achieving financial success. The artist also mentions distancing himself from negative influences, such as "these bitches," and focusing on personal growth and prosperity by avoiding distractions and staying true to his goals.


The lyrics convey a sense of resilience and determination as E.D.I. Mean celebrates overcoming adversity and making progress in his life. He expresses pride in his achievements, stating that he has "finally made it out the hood" and questioning why others would harbor resentment or hatred towards his success. By emphasizing his work ethic and ability to generate income ("getting cake"), the artist highlights his refusal to wait or hesitate in pursuing his ambitions, demonstrating a sense of urgency and decisiveness in his actions.


Throughout the song, there is a juxtaposition between the artist's outward appearance, described as "a little bummy," and his inner drive and focus on financial success. He asserts his value and worth by comparing himself to something sweet like honey and referencing his ability to handle business matters with precision, likening himself to a "butcher" who can efficiently deal with challenges and obstacles. By reinforcing his dedication to his craft and his determination to succeed despite external judgment, E.D.I. Mean paints a picture of a resilient and self-assured individual navigating the complexities of life and personal growth.


In the final verses of the song, the artist delves deeper into his personal struggles and the pain he continues to carry, symbolized by memories of past mistakes and the disapproval of loved ones, particularly his mother. Despite these burdens, he hints at a sense of transformation and growth, symbolized by his identification with a wolf that cannot be tamed and his acknowledgment of past wrongs, expressed through seeking forgiveness and striving to move forward. The lyrics underscore a sense of introspection and a quest for redemption, as E.D.I. Mean grapples with his past while maintaining a steadfast focus on his present goals and aspirations, encapsulating a journey of self-discovery and resilience in the face of challenges.


Line by Line Meaning

Never made
I have never succeeded


Good decisions
In making wise choices


I was locked up
I was trapped


In that prison
In a place of confinement


I was never listening
I never paid attention


But I stuck to the mission
But I remained focused on my goal


And I'm getting to the digits
And I am making money


Never fucking with these bitches
Avoiding shallow relationships


And I'm eating all the chicken
I am enjoying success


And I'm doing good bro
And I am doing well, my friend


Finally made it out the hood
Finally escaped my troubled past


Never understood why they got to fucking hate
I never comprehended why they must hate


Doing this shit and I'm fucking getting cake
Engaged in this endeavor and making money


No I never wait and I never hesitate
I never delay or second-guess


I know I look a little bummy
I may appear unkempt


But I'm really bout my money
But I am truly focused on making money


Bitch I'm sweet like honey
I am charming and likable


And you know I got that sugar
And you know I have that appeal


Cut these niggas up I'm a butcher
Critiquing others sharply


Roast them in a slow cooker
Exposing their faults gradually


Writing in my book uh
Documenting my thoughts


My music getting good uh
My music is improving


Got a bad bitch yeah she's a fucking looker
I have an attractive woman by my side


Doing shows you know I got to book them
Performing at events and scheduling more


Spitting facts I know it leave you shook huh
Speaking truth that surprises you


Bet y'all niggas didn't know that I'm a rook huh
I bet you didn't realize I am a newcomer


I'm still tryna make it
I am still striving to succeed


I just need some patience
I simply require some time


You need that third eye
You require heightened perception


To understand my cadence
In order to appreciate my rhythm


I'm still dealing with all that pain
I am still coping with my emotional distress


Reminisce I smoke on that haze
Reflecting while smoking marijuana


Old friends throwing dirt on my name
Former associates tarnishing my reputation


I'm a wolf I cannot be tamed
I am independent and unyielding


You can tell that I ain't the same
You can discern that I have changed


Mom's hating the man that I became
My mother disapproves of the person I turned into


I remember stealing your change
I recall taking your money


I'm sorry for all of that pain
I apologize for causing you distress


Chase them bands I got to run it up
Pursuing money and increasing wealth


Like Mowgli I am the wolf cub
Similar to Mowgli, I am wild and free


Growing up I knew I was the one
As I matured, I recognized my potential


Out my fam I had to chase them funds
I needed to pursue money outside my family


I'm still tryna make it
I am still striving to succeed


I just need some patience
I simply require some time


You need that third eye
You require heightened perception


To understand my cadence
In order to appreciate my rhythm




Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Dorian Alfaro

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