Artificial
EarthGang Lyrics


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(Money, power, pussy, power)

Money, power, pussy, fame, it don't mean nothing
Never feel an ounce of shame, it don't mean nothing
Tell me what you came before you came to this Earth
Tell me who you worshipped 'fore they came with the church

I don't want no artificial
I don't flaunt no artificial
I don't need no artificial
I don't flaunt no (yeah, oh)
Artificial ends

At the age to separate the homies from the friends
When shit hit the fan and show you blood from the kin
And my family always kept a tool by the lamp
Druggies gettin' started, it's a party 4AM
Everybody need me now
Knee-high to grasshopper
But the family always looking up the hill
Put the city on my shoulders (whoa)
Put my baby on my shoulders, now it's an event
I can't get a break from nothin' (damn)
I might smoke a whole eighth then mush my whole face inside some blow
(Still I can't feel nothin') shit
You know I'm gon' hurt you for you know it, 'fore you love me you should go
Tell me what you want from me
Ooh, you know I'm psychic, I don't like it when you try to hide the hoax
We ain't got shit in common
We ain't got shit in common
Tell me why the fuck you 'round me

I don't want no artificial
I don't flaunt no artificial
I don't need no artificial
I don't flaunt no
Artificial ends

I beat the Sun in the morning
I make you stop what you doing and turn you into an employee (below me)
He be busy with the W-9
I ain't picky, I just know what I like
Ain't no nigga really fuckin' with Doc
Always got it in the back of my mind
I prefer to keep them thoughts to myself
Execution over explanation
How can what I'm doin' help the family
And all that other shit is unrelated (ooh, ok)
Ooh, ok, I like what you did there (yeah, ok)
I might vanish and reappear (yeah)
When you cut the fugazi shit
You really should be yourself
I know that ain't saying much, but you don't be saying shit
I spent my life turning pain into power
I keep a reservation on a cloud
Built a foundation, fuck getting found
Whole rotation knockin' them down (knockin' them down)
Hope gave birth to all this hype
I just might leave this world alive
But for the life of me, I don't know why all these niggas around (who is you?)
You not my partner, not my homie, not my bro (hell nah)
Feel like you know me, yeah, I know but no you don't
Pastor knocked me out the church
I just pray all my niggas float
Higher voices take control
These niggas really don't want no smoke

I don't want no artificial
I don't flaunt no artificial
I don't need no artificial
I don't flaunt no
Artificial ends

Artificial ends
I don't want no artificial
I don't flaunt no artificial
I don't need no artificial
I don't flaunt no
Artificial ends

Ugh, I don't know what this bitch want?
Hello?
(Bitch, don't ask me why the fuck I'm callin' you, nigga)
Listen, listen, Tashanda (why ain't you go pick your fucking son up?)
Don't, don't worry 'bout who that is, I'm at work (go pick your son-)
(Go pick your fucking son up, nigga) yeah, my no good ass at work
(How you gon' drive a car for)
What you say? All-all I'm doing is driving 'round all day (and then not go pick your son up)
I'm getting paid, bitch, I'm getting paid (what the fuck?)
Look, you sound like a hater (bitches is calling me)
That's why I left your ass in the f- (talking 'bout)
You's a hater ("Is you fucking my man?")
You's a hater (nigga, I don't give a fuck who you fucking, okay?)
Ain't they paying for that pussy?
Damn, I can't go pick him up right now (you know why? 'Cause I'm bad)
I'm at work (I'm badder, nigga, and you can't fuck with me)
You out there selling pussy (your bitch can't touch me)
I can't call you in the middle of a nigga fucking you (and she's ugly)
And say, "Go get him" and who the f- (and your little bitch is ugly)
Aight, I'm finna go get him (so I don't give a fuck, fuck you)
I'm finna go get him (fuck your mom, fuck your bitch)
Fuck out my phone (go pick up my son)
Stupid-ass bitch
Excuse me, I'm sorry, baby, but




Do you mind? I know you don't give a damn, bitch, we ridin'
Let's do it, I gotta go pick up my child

Overall Meaning

The song "Artificial" by EarthGang delivers a powerful message about the emptiness of materialism and the essentiality of authenticity while also exploring themes of family and friendship. The opening lines show the song's central theme - that the pursuit of money, power, and fame is meaningless, and there is much more to life. Through the line "Tell me what you came before you came to this Earth," the song poses a deep existential question about one's purpose in life, emphasizing that there is more to life outside of the material world. The song also challenges the conventional religious institutions by asking listeners about their pre-existing beliefs and faith.


The chorus of the song states that the band has no interest in superficial or artificial things. They don't need anything fake to be happy, and they don't show off the material things they possess. They want to be genuine and authentic in all aspects of life. The song takes a personal turn when the artists talk about their family and relationships. The lines "At the age to separate the homies from the friends, When shit hit the fan and show you blood from the kin" express the necessity to differentiate between true friends and family in times of difficulty.


Overall, "Artificial" is a captivating and thoughtful song expressing the importance of staying true to oneself and the idea that material wealth and possession hold no value compared to authentic relationships and individuality.


Line by Line Meaning

Money, power, pussy, fame, it don't mean nothing
Material wealth, influence, sexual attention, and popularity hold no real value or significance


Never feel an ounce of shame, it don't mean nothing
There is no guilt or remorse associated with these superficial desires


Tell me what you came before you came to this Earth
Reveal and reflect upon your true purpose or origin


Tell me who you worshipped 'fore they came with the church
Identify the deity or figure of reverence before religious institutions were established


I don't want no artificial
I reject anything fake, phony, or insincere


I don't flaunt no artificial
I don't show off or display anything counterfeit or inauthentic


I don't need no artificial
I have no necessity for anything fabricated or synthetic


Artificial ends
Artificiality comes to a conclusion or is brought to an end


At the age to separate the homies from the friends
As maturity grows, it becomes possible to distinguish true friends from mere acquaintances


When shit hit the fan and show you blood from the kin
During difficult times, relationships with family members become evident and can be relied upon


And my family always kept a tool by the lamp
My relatives always had a weapon for protection nearby, easily accessible


Druggies gettin' started, it's a party 4AM
Addicts begin indulging in substances, leading to chaos and celebration in the early hours of the morning


Everybody need me now
Everyone relies on me in the present moment


Knee-high to grasshopper
From a young age, even as a small child


But the family always looking up the hill
Yet, my relatives continually aspire for upward mobility and success


Put the city on my shoulders (whoa)
I bear the weight and responsibility of representing and uplifting my hometown


Put my baby on my shoulders, now it's an event
Carrying my child on my shoulders transforms an ordinary task into a momentous occasion


I can't get a break from nothin' (damn)
I never catch a break or receive respite from any situation


I might smoke a whole eighth then mush my whole face inside some blow
I may consume a significant amount of drugs and experience an intense and altered state


(Still I can't feel nothin') shit
Yet, despite my excessive substance use, I remain emotionally numb


You know I'm gon' hurt you for you know it, 'fore you love me you should go
You are aware that I will cause you pain, so it's best for you to leave before developing feelings for me


Tell me what you want from me
Communicate your desires and expectations of me


Ooh, you know I'm psychic, I don't like it when you try to hide the hoax
I possess intuitive abilities and can sense when you're concealing deception or falsehood


We ain't got shit in common
We share no common interests or similarities


Tell me why the fuck you 'round me
Explain the reason behind your presence in my life


I beat the Sun in the morning
I outshine and surpass the rising sun with my motivation and drive


I make you stop what you doing and turn you into an employee (below me)
I have the power to interrupt your activities and make you subordinate to me


He be busy with the W-9
He is occupied with financial paperwork, primarily concerned with income and tax forms


I ain't picky, I just know what I like
I am not overly selective, but I have a clear understanding of my preferences


Ain't no nigga really fuckin' with Doc
No one can compare to my prowess or talent


Always got it in the back of my mind
I am constantly aware or conscious of something


I prefer to keep them thoughts to myself
I choose to keep my thoughts private and not share them with others


Execution over explanation
Taking action is more important and impactful than providing justifications


How can what I'm doin' help the family
How does my current behavior or actions contribute to the wellbeing and advancement of my family?


And all that other shit is unrelated (ooh, ok)
Everything else is irrelevant or disconnected from this main focus


Ooh, ok, I like what you did there (yeah, ok)
I appreciate and acknowledge your cleverness or nuanced remark


I might vanish and reappear (yeah)
I may temporarily disappear or withdraw, only to return unexpectedly


When you cut the fugazi shit
When you eliminate or remove anything fake or deceitful


You really should be yourself
It is crucial to be authentic and true to who you are


I know that ain't saying much, but you don't be saying shit
Although my statement may lack significance, you also don't express anything meaningful


I spent my life turning pain into power
Throughout my existence, I have transformed my suffering into strength and influence


I keep a reservation on a cloud
I maintain a sense of detachment and control, as if I have a booked spot in a lofty place


Built a foundation, fuck getting found
I have established a solid base or framework, disregarding the need for recognition or validation


Whole rotation knockin' them down (knockin' them down)
Our entire team or group is successfully defeating or overpowering adversaries


Hope gave birth to all this hype
Optimism and anticipation birthed the overwhelming excitement and attention surrounding us


I just might leave this world alive
I may exit this life while still remaining fully alive in spirit or impact


But for the life of me, I don't know why all these niggas around (who is you?)
However, I cannot comprehend why all these individuals surround me (questioning their true identities)


You not my partner, not my homie, not my bro (hell nah)
You are not my loyal companion, close friend, or brother (definitely not)


Feel like you know me, yeah, I know but no you don't
You may believe you understand me, but in reality, you do not truly know me


Pastor knocked me out the church
A religious authority or leader expelled me from the institution of worship


I just pray all my niggas float
I hope that all my friends and loved ones find peace or success in their lives


Higher voices take control
More influential or powerful voices gain dominance or influence


These niggas really don't want no smoke
These individuals truly do not desire any conflicts or confrontations


Ugh, I don't know what this bitch want?
I am uncertain about the desires or intentions of this woman


Hello?
A greeting or expression used when answering a phone call


(Bitch, don't ask me why the fuck I'm callin' you, nigga)
(Don't question my reason for contacting you, fool)


Listen, listen, Tashanda (why ain't you go pick your fucking son up?)
Pay attention, Tashanda, why haven't you gone to pick up your child?


Don't, don't worry 'bout who that is, I'm at work (go pick your son-)
Don't concern yourself with the identity of the person, I am currently employed (go pick up your son-)


(Go pick your fucking son up, nigga) yeah, my no good ass at work
(Go pick up your child immediately, fool) yeah, I, who is not worth much, am at my job


(How you gon' drive a car for)
(How are you capable of operating a vehicle)


What you say? All-all I'm doing is driving 'round all day (and then not go pick your son up)
What did you say? All I'm doing is driving around aimlessly throughout the day (and neglecting to pick up my child)


I'm getting paid, bitch, I'm getting paid (what the fuck?)
I am earning money, woman, I am making money (what is your problem?)


Look, you sound like a hater (bitches is calling me)
Listen, you sound envious or spiteful (women are reaching out to me)


That's why I left your ass in the f- (talking 'bout)
That's the reason why I ended our relationship abruptly (talking about)


You's a hater ("Is you fucking my man?")
You are a jealous or resentful person ("Are you having sexual relations with my partner?")


You's a hater (nigga, I don't give a fuck who you fucking, okay?)
You are a hater (brother, I don't care whatsoever who you are having intercourse with, alright?)


Ain't they paying for that pussy?
Aren't they providing money in exchange for your sexual services?


Damn, I can't go pick him up right now (you know why? 'Cause I'm bad)
Wow, I am unable to retrieve my child at this moment (do you know why? Because I am rebellious or irresponsible)


I'm at work (I'm badder, nigga, and you can't fuck with me)
I am currently employed (I am superior, brother, and you cannot compete with me)


You out there selling pussy (your bitch can't touch me)
You are selling your body for money (your partner cannot compare to me)


I can't call you in the middle of a nigga fucking you (and she's ugly)
I cannot contact you while you are engaged in sexual intercourse (and your partner is unattractive)


And say, "Go get him" and who the f- (and your little bitch is ugly)
And instruct you to retrieve your child, while in the presence of an unattractive woman


Aight, I'm finna go get him (so I don't give a fuck, fuck you)
Alright, I'm about to go get him (so I don't care, screw you)


I'm finna go get him (fuck your mom, fuck your bitch)
I'm about to go get him (screw your mother, screw your partner)


Fuck out my phone (go pick up my son)
Get out of my phone (go and retrieve my child)


Stupid-ass bitch
Idiotic and foolish person


Excuse me, I'm sorry, baby, but
I apologize, my dear, but


Do you mind? I know you don't give a damn, bitch, we ridin'
Does it bother you? I know you don't care, woman, we are going on a journey or adventure


Let's do it, I gotta go pick up my child
Let's proceed, I must collect my child




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Eian Undrai Parker, Olu O. Fann, Samuel Ahana

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