Intro
M24 Lyrics


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I blew a bag up in the store then another on my son
Pay the cost to live this life, I blew a racker just for fun
I gave some rackers to my mum, she got a rapper for a son
Coolie baddie wanna come, I blew her back out in the sun
My outfit looked expensive, now they're workin' out the sum
'Member days I was on the run for the stabbing that I done
Fed raided out my drum, didn't even find a crumb
Got this Cali in my lungs, I'm reminiscin' on my ones

Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck the opp boys and fuck snitches
Don't let me spin it and get wicked
Fuck around and get your head back lifted

Young nigga gifted but don't get it twisted
It ain't my fault that I took a man's missus
He don't fit in, he a real life misfit
They don't wanna risk it for a biscuit
I grew up in a ghetto, this is real life rap
They don't know about the ghetto, it's just real life cap
You ain't a real life man, you're a social guy
I do it real life, I ain't a social type
On cars or bikes, tryna out man's lights
Now it's nothin' but lights when I grab that mic
Makin' racks off rap, I made racks off packs
In the space of a year, got about ten plaques

Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck the opp boys and fuck snitches
Don't let me spin it and get wicked
Fuck around and get your head back lifted
Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck the opp boys and fuck snitches
Don't let me spin it and get wicked
Fuck around and get your head back lifted

Look, this music shit you got goin' on
It don't come around every fuckin' day
When a motherfucker like you make it, we all make it
What if I don't make it?
Listen, I told you how to get into the drug game
Now I'm tellin' you how to get the fuck out
You don't have a record deal? Then go out and get one
But you're not goin' back on the block

Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck the opp boys and fuck snitches
Don't let me spin it and get wicked
Fuck around and get your head back lifted
Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck the opp boys and fuck snitches




Don't let me spin it and get wicked
Fuck around and get your head back lifted

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to M24's song "Intro" depict the rapper boasting about his extravagant lifestyle and success in the music industry. He starts by mentioning how he spent a lot of money in a store and on his son, indicating his willingness to indulge in luxury. He then brags about giving money to his mother, who has a rapper for a son, showcasing his ability to financially support his loved ones. The line "I blew her back out in the sun" suggests a sexual encounter with a woman.


M24 also reflects on his past, mentioning days when he was on the run for a stabbing he committed. He remarks that the police raided his place but failed to find any evidence. Amidst reminiscing about his past, he mentions having California weed in his lungs, implying he often smokes it while reflecting on his journey.


The second verse reinforces M24's confidence and unapologetic nature. He considers himself gifted and warns others not to underestimate him. He taunts those who don't fit in and take risks, praising his own authenticity and real-life experiences. The line "Makin' racks off rap, I made racks off packs" emphasizes M24's success both as a rapper and in the drug trade.


The chorus of the song reinforces M24's motto of prioritizing money over relationships and loyalty. He declares his disregard for his rivals and warns that messing with him could result in severe consequences, such as getting one's head "lifted." This further establishes the rapper's tough and uncompromising image.


Overall, "Intro" showcases M24's confidence, material wealth, and unfiltered expression of his lifestyle and experiences in the music industry and the streets.


Line by Line Meaning

I blew a bag up in the store then another on my son
I spent a large amount of money in the store and then spent another large amount on my son.


Pay the cost to live this life, I blew a racker just for fun
I'm willing to pay the price to live this lifestyle, so I spent a significant amount of money just for fun.


I gave some rackers to my mum, she got a rapper for a son
I gave a substantial amount of money to my mom, and now she has a successful rapper as a son.


Coolie baddie wanna come, I blew her back out in the sun
A stunning woman wants to join me, and we had passionate intimate moments in the sun.


My outfit looked expensive, now they're workin' out the sum
My clothing appeared high-end, and now people are calculating the total value of my outfit.


'Member days I was on the run for the stabbing that I done
Remember the days when I was evading capture for the stabbing incident I was responsible for.


Fed raided out my drum, didn't even find a crumb
The police conducted a raid on my hiding place, but they didn't find any evidence or traces.


Got this Cali in my lungs, I'm reminiscin' on my ones
I have California marijuana in my system, and I'm reflecting on my solitude and hardships.


Young nigga gifted but don't get it twisted
I'm a talented young individual, but it's important not to misinterpret my skills.


It ain't my fault that I took a man's missis
I can't be blamed for seducing and taking another man's partner.


He don't fit in, he a real life misfit
He doesn't belong or fit into society; he's a genuine outsider.


They don't wanna risk it for a biscuit
They aren't willing to take risks or make efforts for small rewards.


I grew up in a ghetto, this is real life rap
I was raised in a disadvantaged neighborhood, and this is authentic rap reflecting that reality.


They don't know about the ghetto, it's just real life cap
Others don't truly understand the struggles of the ghetto; they're just speaking fake stories.


You ain't a real life man, you're a social guy
You're not a genuine person living a real life; you're just someone who is good at socializing.


I do it real life, I ain't a social type
I live my life authentically, without being too focused on socializing.


On cars or bikes, tryna out man's lights
Whether it's in cars or on bikes, I'm always attempting to surpass and outshine others.


Now it's nothin' but lights when I grab that mic
Now, when I take the microphone, it's all about the spotlight and attention.


Makin' racks off rap, I made racks off packs
I'm earning a lot of money through my rap career, just like I did when selling drugs.


In the space of a year, got about ten plaques
Within a year, I achieved recognition and received around ten notable awards.


Look, this music shit you got goin' on
Listen, the music career you're pursuing


It don't come around every fuckin' day
Doesn't happen frequently in every person's life


When a motherfucker like you make it, we all make it
When someone like you succeeds, it benefits all of us


What if I don't make it?
But what if I fail to achieve success?


Listen, I told you how to get into the drug game
Listen, I've previously explained how to enter the world of drug dealing


Now I'm tellin' you how to get the fuck out
Now, I'm explaining how to leave that dangerous lifestyle


You don't have a record deal? Then go out and get one
If you don't have a record deal, take the initiative and secure one


But you're not goin' back on the block
However, you're not returning to the streets to sell drugs




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Written by: MUKUDZEI MAJONI, PHILIP CHARD, RODNEY HWINGWIRI, SIMBARASHE TAGWIREYI

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