Going Out With A Blast
Fiend Lyrics


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[Fiend]
Gotta go, cause if I gotta go
I know I gotta go, but I'm goin out with a blast
(goin out with a what)

Chorus
Goin out with a blast, to tells buck a buck a!
Murder on my mind motherfucker, so fuck ya x2

I'm on the run with identical guns, murder in the first
Preaching, smilin making money cause my gun, haters disperse
What's the worst that can happen to capital F-I
I might die but goin to try, see, cause stakes is my right eye
Believe is shooting the automatic collecting receiving all the cabbage
Was my advantage, have you forgot I'm the baddest, baddest
The crowd involve my men, nine milla cheater meter
As my brain tissue, hard pauses and ass eater
Welcome to the edition of bullets splitting and ass kicking
My mission to glisten a for every writtion rendition
What's my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen tryin to rock it
And my logic the prophet, and if she like it
you get dropped stop it, jock it
As my sad ass asks back for the cash
Tell me, how many players goin out my nigga

Chorus x3

You niggas a bunch of young bucks with young luck so what the fuck
My bitches talk glare, and them hoes ain't stuck bro
Already cause of me, NOPD on it
Helecopter, so I had to holler at P to get the chopper
Proper, hollered at a popper from that third
A crazy bitch I'll B.O., but deep a nigga won't earn
Word, you ain't heard, this nigga kinda fed up
Pressure, to my head up, till I pop a dead up
Let up, the whole block smoked out like woodstock
If you good you would not plot and get chopped
Mine from the cocked glock, as it was a hum
From two things I can't control are my cum and my gun

Chorus x2

Leave his life for me, and I'm a make sure his ass goin suffer
Heard he was a fed, I'm a blow off both of his colors
He'd ???? war of my mother, man, I wish I could duck it
But fuck it, I didn't know I snorted past my budget
This life, I'm a rush it, dead cope with the bang
Cause ne'er a motherfucker did a damn thing where I hang





Chorus x4

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Fiend’s song “Going Out With A Blast” depict a man who is on the run with identical guns and murder on his mind. The song's chorus highlights his desire to go out with a bang, tell anyone who opposes him to fuck off, and the murder on his mind. The artist details his thought process and what he is prepared to do to survive on the streets. He believes that if he is going to go, he is going to go with a blaze of glory.


Fiend speaks of having murder in his heart and needing to leave his life behind. He feels pressured and on edge, and his only release is his guns. He speaks of the dangers of his job and the threats to his life. The artist speaks of his need to control his life and the fact that his gun and his mind are the only things he can control. In the final verse of the song, Fiend talks about his reckless past and that he sniffed away his entire budget but continues to rush his life to get ahead.


Overall, Fiend presents a vivid portrayal of the dangerous life of a gangster and how life on the streets can lead to one's demise if not careful. The song shows that violence only leads to more violence; that's the inevitable consequence of going out with a blast.


Line by Line Meaning

Gotta go, cause if I gotta go
I have to leave, because if I have to leave this life, I want to go out on my own terms.


I know I gotta go, but I'm goin out with a blast
Even though I know I have to go, I am choosing to go out in a blaze of glory.


Goin out with a blast, to tells buck a buck a!
I am going out with a bang, making sure everyone knows who I am and what I stand for.


Murder on my mind motherfucker, so fuck ya x2
I am not afraid to kill, and I don't care what anyone else thinks about it.


I'm on the run with identical guns, murder in the first
I am armed and dangerous, willing to kill anyone who stands in my way.


Preaching, smilin making money cause my gun, haters disperse
I use my gun to make money and intimidate those who might stand against me.


What's the worst that can happen to capital F-I
I am not afraid of death or the consequences of my actions because I am a bad motherfucker.


I might die but goin to try, see, cause stakes is my right eye
I am willing to risk everything because I have everything to gain and nothing to lose.


Believe is shooting the automatic collecting receiving all the cabbage
I am using my gun to collect money and gain power.


Was my advantage, have you forgot I'm the baddest, baddest
I am the baddest motherfucker around and I use my gun to my advantage.


The crowd involve my men, nine milla cheater meter
I have a crew of people who are willing to back me up and we are armed with powerful weapons.


As my brain tissue, hard pauses and ass eater
I am ruthless and will kill anyone who gets in my way without feeling any remorse.


Welcome to the edition of bullets splitting and ass kicking
I am not afraid to use violence to achieve my goals.


My mission to glisten a for every writtion rendition
My mission is to make a name for myself and to achieve a level of success that will be remembered.


What's my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen tryin to rock it
I make my living by selling drugs and doing whatever it takes to make money and gain power.


And my logic the prophet, and if she like it you get dropped stop it, jock it
I am the one in control, and if anyone tries to stand up to me or challenge my authority, they will be dealt with.


As my sad ass asks back for the cash
I am willing to do whatever it takes to get money and power.


Tell me, how many players goin out my nigga
I am not afraid to kill anyone who stands in my way or tries to take me down.


You niggas a bunch of young bucks with young luck so what the fuck
I see all of my enemies as young, inexperienced, and foolish, and I am not afraid to take them down.


My bitches talk glare, and them hoes ain't stuck bro
I have powerful women who will back me up and do whatever it takes to help me succeed.


Already cause of me, NOPD on it
I am wanted by the police because of my actions and my reputation.


Helecopter, so I had to holler at P to get the chopper
The police are after me and I need to call in some backup to protect myself.


Proper, hollered at a popper from that third
I am calling in someone with a powerful weapon to help me take down my enemies.


A crazy bitch I'll B.O., but deep a nigga won't earn
I am crazy and ruthless and will do whatever it takes to get what I want, including killing anyone who stands in my way.


He'd ???? war of my mother, man, I wish I could duck it
I am involved in a dangerous war that I cannot escape from.


But fuck it, I didn't know I snorted past my budget
I am willing to do whatever it takes to succeed, including risking my own life and well-being.


This life, I'm a rush it, dead cope with the bang
I am living life on the edge and I am not afraid to die.


Cause ne'er a motherfucker did a damn thing where I hang
No one can stop me or take me down because I am the most powerful and dangerous person in my area.




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