Unfortunately for Prof, there’s an underlying seriousness to his lyrics that he tries his hardest to cover with layer upon layer of party-perfect beats and rhymes. Growing up on the South Side of Minneapolis, Prof matured in step with the local hip-hop scene. In his 24 years, he’s seen some shit that can’t help but escape from his memory and into his songs, lending his lines the kind of wisdom that can only be born on hard city streets. He started free styling in eighth grade and, although he likes to have fun with his music, the swiftness of his rise to local fame shows how seriously he regards his rap career.
A rowdy young buck who loves a good time, Prof wants his music to inspire others to party it up with him. In a world where credibility is currency, Prof sticks a middle finger to those who feel hip-hop should be straight-faced and serious.
“Everyone’s trying to be a preacher or a politician— telling you how to live your life,” he says. “I’m not running for Senate. I’m doing this for fun and I don’t watch my mouth.”
Prof’s debut solo album, Project Gampo, definitely made a lasting impression on local music critics and hip-hop heads. “Prof is wall-to-wall here in all his glory, with clever one-liners out the a**, hyperactive and delicious vocab spills popped like collars- picture a supreme smarta** with gorilla swagger and a mouth as fast as his mind… Point blank, this kid’s got more flavor and flow than all five of your favorite MCs combined.” (City Pages, May 12, 2008)
Squad Goals
Prof Lyrics
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Cars, boats, you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals
Hold up, whoa
You name it
Guns, hoes, money, dro
Cars, boats, you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals
You name it
I'm throwing money off the balcony into the crowd because I want to
God damn I feel good
Sure that you already know
One things understood
Ain't nothin' that can stop my glow
Mmmm dog gonit
Can't I just take my time?
All these clout chasing motherfuckers rushin' all around me I'm like
Bitch hold your horses
(Prof you're the best)
I'm like true I am
Rosario Dawson know who I am
If it's cool with you, girl I could move right in
You do not understand just how cool I am
Like see, look at me, look at me
I'm on a beach
Don't try to holler 'cause I'm out of reach
I got no service, I'm out on the keys
A couple woman, my dollars and me
'Bout to go swimming, thank god I'm a G
One shot for me
Un bebidas para ti
Let's skinny dip in the sea
You know what I'm saying
I'd rather do things we remember later
You know what I mean?
I got guns, hoes, money, dro
Cars, boats, you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals
Hold up, whoa
You name it
Guns, hoes, money, dro
Cars, boats, you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals
Hold up, whoa
You name it
I'm throwing money off the balcony into the crowd because I want to
Oooh, seriously, look at myself
Condom model over here
Oooh, seriously, look at my flow
Colder than a polar bear
Oooh, straight up I'm an awesome person
Oooh, you ain't ready for this sauce I'm serving
Oooh, straight up, I'm an awesome person
Oooh, you ain't ready for the sauuuce
Young Pookie, your highness
Gone find the finest vaginas
From China to Thailand
Got 'em whinin'
Why not combine 'em?
Pardon me, let me chime in
But there's science behind my conniving
I'm refined and violent
Throw the lime in, fine dine the hymen
Swag, swag (Aaaaaahh)
I got guns, hoes, money, dro
Cars, boats, you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals
Hold up, whoa
You name it
Guns, hoes, money, dro
Cars, boats, you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals
Hold up, whoa
You name it
I'm throwing money off the balcony into the crowd because I want to
(Hey)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
(Hey)
Swear to God
If you could throw it at me then I'll grab it and fuck it up
(Hey)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
(Hey)
Swear to God
If you could throw it at me then I'll grab it and fuck it up
Oooh, how 'bout that drink
You gonna finish that?
If your bro talking shit I'm gon' get his ass
I got two hands that gon' fit his ass
Knock him out cold, he gon' shit his ass
Talk on the phones up in Trinidad
'Bout to make films up on Skinemax
Oh you just jealous because my bedroom sounds like
It's a fucking women's tennis match (Aaaaahh)
I feel good
(Oooohh-ahhhh)
I feel good
(Yeah)
I feel good
(Oooohh-ahhhh)
I feel good
(Alright, yeah, alright)
(I feel good)
I got guns, hoes, money, dro (Feel good)
Cars, boats (Ooooh I feel good), you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals
Hold up, whoa (Heyyy)
The song "Squad Goals" by Prof is a braggadocious celebration of wealth, status, and success. The song features a repeating chorus that lists off a litany of material possessions, ranging from guns and money to boats and cars. The song's narrator flaunts his superior lifestyle and exults in his opulence, bragging about throwing money from balconies and receiving praise from celebrities. The song is peppered with profanity and sexual references, further emphasizing the singer's self-indulgence.
At the same time, the song's lyrics suggest a deep insecurity and anxiety about the singer's place in the world. He repeatedly asserts his own greatness and coolness, insisting that he is an "awesome person" and that others are not "ready for the sauce" he is serving. He dismisses those who try to flatter him or compete with him, telling them to "hold your horses." The repeated refrain of "I feel good" seems to be an attempt to convince himself that he is in fact happy and fulfilled, despite all of his bluster and bravado.
Overall, "Squad Goals" is a complex and multifaceted song that seems to be both celebrating and critiquing the excesses of contemporary American culture. It is simultaneously an expression of joy and a cry of despair.
Line by Line Meaning
I got guns, hoes, money, dro
I have firearms, prostitute, wealth, and marijuana
Cars, boats, you should know
I own cars and boats, and everyone should know it
Dogs, bros, squad goals
I hang out with dogs and friends and wish to have the same goals as a team
Hold up, whoa
Wait a minute, that's impressive
You name it
I possess everything
I'm throwing money off the balcony into the crowd because I want to
I'm throwing money into the audience because I can
God damn I feel good
I have a great feeling
Sure that you already know
I know you already know this
One things understood
One thing is clear
Ain't nothin' that can stop my glow
Nothing can stop my shine
Can't I just take my time?
Can't I go at my own pace?
All these clout chasing motherfuckers rushin' all around me I'm like
Many people are chasing fame around me
Bitch hold your horses
Stay calm, wait your time
(Prof you're the best)
Someone says I'm the best
I'm like true I am
I agree that I'm the best
Rosario Dawson know who I am
A known actress is aware of me
If it's cool with you, girl I could move right in
I'm suggesting I could comfort this girl
You do not understand just how cool I am
You don't know how awesome I am
Like see, look at me, look at me
Look at me, I'm amazing
I'm on a beach
I'm at the beach
Don't try to holler 'cause I'm out of reach
Don't try to flirt because I'm not interested
I got no service, I'm out on the keys
My phone doesn't have a signal because I'm in a remote location
A couple woman, my dollars and me
I'm with some women and my money
'Bout to go swimming, thank god I'm a G
I'm going swimming and happy to be myself
One shot for me
A drink for me
Un bebidas para ti
A drink for you
Let's skinny dip in the sea
Let's swim naked in the ocean
You know what I'm saying
Do you understand me?
I'd rather do things we remember later
I'd like to create good memories
You know what I mean?
Do you understand me?
Oooh, seriously, look at myself
Wow, look at me
Condom model over here
I'm like a model for condoms
Oooh, seriously, look at my flow
Wow, look how great I am flowing with lyrics
Colder than a polar bear
I'm colder than a polar bear
Oooh, straight up I'm an awesome person
I really am amazing
Oooh, you ain't ready for this sauce I'm serving
You won't believe how cool I am
Young Pookie, your highness
I'm royalty named Young Pookie
Gone find the finest vaginas
I will have sex with the most attractive women
From China to Thailand
From China to Thailand
Got 'em whinin'
I make them moan
Why not combine 'em?
Why not have sex with women from both countries?
Pardon me, let me chime in
Sorry for interrupting
But there's science behind my conniving
I have studied and calculated my plan
I'm refined and violent
I'm cultured and able to be violent
Throw the lime in, fine dine the hymen
Drink lime and have sex
Swag, swag (Aaaaaahh)
Swagger
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Let's party
Swear to God
I promise
If you could throw it at me then I'll grab it and fuck it up
I'll take whatever you offer and enjoy it
Oooh, how 'bout that drink
How about that drink?
You gonna finish that?
Are you going to finish that?
If your bro talking shit I'm gon' get his ass
If your friend is talking badly about me, I will fight him
I got two hands that gon' fit his ass
I can physically overpower him
Knock him out cold, he gon' shit his ass
I will knock him unconscious and he will lose control of his body
Talk on the phones up in Trinidad
I'm having conversations in Trinidad
'Bout to make films up on Skinemax
I'm about to have sex on pay-per-view movies
Oh you just jealous because my bedroom sounds like
You're envious because of the sounds coming from my bedroom
It's a fucking women's tennis match (Aaaaahh)
It sounds like women are having sex with much noise
I feel good
I feel great
(Oooohh-ahhhh)
(vocalization)
Alright, yeah, alright
Okay, yes, okay
(I feel good)
(vocalization)
Writer(s): Jordan Beyer, Jacob Anders
Contributed by Peyton E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@SchafhauserShafee
How the hell did I miss this masterpiece for 2 years?! this reach the golden era of 90'-00' quality what kinda havent seen since. T.Hanks Mr.
God damn I feel good
Like see, look at me, look at me
I’m on a beach
Don’t try to holler cause I’m out of reach
I got no service, I’m out on the keys
Young Pookie, your highness
Gone find the finest vaginas
From China to Thailand
Got ‘em whinin
Why not combine ‘em?
Pardon me let me chime in
But theres science behind my conniving
I’m refined and violent
Throw the lime in, fine dine the hyman
This part melting my brain, and the whole vibe, amazing
@PROFGAMPO
👀👀👀👀 Squad Goals merch is here! https://stophouse.myshopify.com/products/prof-squad-goals-t-shirt
@strayS2K
I rock my powderhorn suites shirt like it's going out style. And never caught the ending to this baahahahah
@coolbeansteve1131
Bro same
@jah7514
I gotta cop something because, I had this shit on repeat for 3 days straight took a break and right back on repeat... never played a single song like this EVER!
@shannaanne8253
I want to share your artistry with my teen, except for the “f*ck it up, f*ck it up...” 🥸🤪🤣
@CeejR6
@@jah7514 ikr same I went to a prof concert in 2019 so I need to get something
@awpxiii7131
Just listen to this for the first time ever and this is the only song I’ve got from an ad that actually slaps
@PROFGAMPO
that means a lot dawg, thank you 🙏 check out the rest of the album too! ffm.to/powderhornsuites
@lucasbrock7210
Same af. I was like oh shit, what's this?
@BigGhostyyBae
Yeah same homie