SPEED
G. SCARGILL / P. OLDROYD Lyrics
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Все что хотел - забираю, а вы исчезли
Карманы полнеют каждый день, это бизнес
Скорость на сто, вы опускаетесь всё ниже
Лечу наверх забивая на их мысли
Все что хотел - забираю, а вы исчезли
Карманы полнеют каждый день, это бизнес
Скорость на сто, вы опускаетесь всё ниже
Карманы полнеют каждый день, это бизнес
Скорость на сто, вы опускаетесь всё ниже
После встречи с тобой я сразу забываю кто ты
Я имею много карт но я игрок в покер
Продаться подешевле ты уже совсем не против
Я не возьму тебя с собой, ведь ты же всё испортишь (Впрочем как обычно)
Лечу наверх, забиваю на их мысли
Все что хотел - забираю, а вы исчезли
Карманы полнеют каждый день, это бизнес
Скорость на сто, вы опускаетесь всё ниже
Лечу наверх, забиваю на их мысли
Все что хотел - забираю, а вы исчезли
Карманы полнеют каждый день, это бизнес
Скорость на сто, вы опускаетесь всё ниже
Лечу наверх забивая на их мысли
Все что хотел - забираю, а вы исчезли
Карманы полнеют каждый день, это бизнес
Скорость на сто, вы опускаетесь всё ниже
The song "Speed" by G. Scargill and P. Oldroyd depicts a high-speed chase with the rapper and his friend riding in a car, both with a felony record and a handgun each. The journey starts with them driving back home, high on lean at 3 AM. They notice a car tailing them, matching their every move. The suspicion leads them to believe that it might be a danger situation. However, they continue cruising at high speed, trying to outpace their mysterious pursuers. The singer's friend feels threatened and asks him to take a look in the rearview mirror at the car behind them. Being cautious, the rapper rolls down the window and slows down, allowing the other car to catch them on the side. The pursuers turn out to be cops flashing lights, forcing the characters to keep speeding to make a run for it. The police chase ends with the rappers losing the cops, narrowly avoiding a dangerous road accident.
The song is filled with internal conflict, fear, and dilemma, as the rapper is wondering if he should give up his lifestyle for safety or continue to outrun danger. The lyrical narrative tells a story of the rapper's wild and unruly life, filled with risky decisions and high-speed chases. It highlights the dangers of this lifestyle and the fear that comes with it. Yet, it also shows a sense of loyalty and devotion to his friend, as he's willing to take the fall for their ill-advised decisions.
Line by Line Meaning
Thirty-two, twenty-two
Referring to the calibers of their guns
I got one not stoppin' (uh)
One of the guns is not stopping or malfunctioning
(DJ Victoriouz with me in the buildin')
DJ Victoriouz is present with the artist
It was me and him, just him and me
Only the artist and his friend were in the car
Riding with two felonies 'cause we've got one a piece
Both the artist and his friend are felons with one felony each
Glock 27 Compact, kept that one with me
The artist is carrying a Glock 27 Compact firearm
It's like 3 AM, I don't even know why we still outside
They are out late at night and unsure why they haven't gone home
Bro on bond for something right now, that nigga keep going in and out
The artist's friend is currently out on bond and may return to jail soon
Everybody always wonder why we swerving riding
People are curious why they are swerving while driving
And he doing 120 in a Audi, we getting a lot of money
The artist and his friend are speeding because they are making a lot of money
Now he tapping me like, "Lil bro, look in the mirror who that?"
The artist's friend alerts him to a car following them
Starting letting my window down, I'm like slow down, let them get on my side
The artist is opening his car window and telling his friend to slow down so the other car can catch up
Already on the e-way so fuck it, we rolling now (Fuck it)
They are on the expressway and decide to continue driving despite being chased
Broski said he got us, I ain't trippin', already shut my mouth
The artist's friend assures him that he will handle the situation if they get caught
Soon as we get off the expressway, missed the curb, I'm thankin' God
They get off the expressway and the artist is thankful they didn't crash when they missed a curb
Something fuckin' with my conscious, I ain't trippin', am I, dog?
The artist is questioning if his conscience is bothering him for leading a dangerous lifestyle
To calm my nerves, I fill a Backwood up, now I'm like Cheech n' Chong
The artist smokes a Backwood cigar to calm himself down
Opps hit us, we hit, hit back at us, that shit goin' like ping pong
They exchange shots with their enemies like a game of ping pong
But we hit somethin', we rackin' up, run the score up, we packin' up
They successfully hit their enemies and continue to fight before leaving
I beat the streets, you know? That was a story about my last high speed that I was on
The artist is proud to have survived and shares a story about his last high-speed car chase
Shit was only like, 2 years ago, you know what I'm sayin'? But it changed me (it did)
Despite it being only two years since his last high-speed chase, it changed him for the better
(So close but not close enough)
They narrowly escaped danger but still had a lot to lose
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Mr. Fouretin
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