Señorita
Vince Staples ft. Future Lyrics
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Ay, 9 millimeter, my brother's my keeper
Was serving that ether before I did features
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
She know how to keep me
She better not get
Was serving that ether before I did features
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
She know how to keep me, she keep me, she-
Fuck ya dead homies, run ya bread, homie
Got some lead for me, I'm on Artesia
Parked in my Bimmer, bumping my own shit
I'm focused, they stuck on that old shit
Livin' for that True Religion is broke shit
I can spend that on a MAC with a long clip
Fly in that Benz but you hide in that Focus
My nigga, just focus, I'm tryin' to paint you a picture
We stuck in the moment
My burner gets stuck if I shoot it too much
So a nigga resorted to domin'
That's somebody's son but a war to be won
Baby either go hunt or be hunted
We crabs in a bucket, he called me a crab
So I shot him in front of the Douglas
I cannot be fucked with, we thuggin' in public
Ay, 9 millimeter, my brother's my keeper
Was serving that ether before I did features
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
She know how to keep me
She better not get
9 millimeter, my brother's my keeper
Was serving that ether before I did features
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
She know how to keep me, she keep me, she-
What mean the world to you?
Is it fast life, money and clothes?
Probably fuckin' these hoes
Or what would you murder for?
Will your name hold weight when the curtains close?
Nigga caught one case and I heard he told
Snitch get a full clip and closed casket
Won't hug your bitch when the ho ratchet
Cold jumper, been shootin', no practice
Been tourin', whip foreign, coupe crashin'
Still bangin' 2 Naughty 2 Nasty
Still "Fuck the police" they won't catch me
My feature too pricey, don't ask me
Go hard 'til Goyard on my baggage
He mad we won't fight, I'm gon' tag him
Mask up at midnight and start clappin'
Kids crying, still snipe him, no lackin'
Ay, 9 millimeter, my brother's my keeper
Was serving that ether before I did features
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
She know how to keep me
She better not get
9 millimeter, my brother's my keeper
Was serving that ether before I did features
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
She know how to keep me, she keep me, she-
Ay, 9 millimeter, my brother's my keeper
Was serving that ether before I did features
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
She know how to keep me
She better not get
9 millimeter, my brother's my keeper
Was serving that ether before I did features
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
She know how to keep me, she keep me, she-
I don't have a reason, oh, but I
I'll get in your mind (get in your mind)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (get in your mind)
I keep it loaded and ready right here beside me
(I'll pull up on you)
(I'll pull up on your mind)
(I'll pull up on you)
(I'll pull up on your mind)
(I'll pull up on you)
(I'll pull up on you)
(I'll pull up on you)
(I'll pull up on your mind)
The lyrics of Vince Staples's song Señorita speak to the complexities of growing up in a violent and dangerous environment. He talks about his brother being his protector, selling drugs before he made a name for himself in the music industry, and the respect he has for his mother. There's an undercurrent of violence that runs through the song, with references to shooting and killing, but at its core, it's about survival.
The first lines of the song “9 millimeter, my brother's my keeper. Was serving that ether before I did features” suggest that the singer comes from a dangerous environment where weapons are an essential tool for survival. The singer acknowledges his brother's role as his protector, someone who has been serving drugs (i.e. ether) before he made it in the music business. The next lines “My mamacita, she know how to greet me. She know how to keep me. She better not get” are a nod to the singer's mother who understands his needs and plays an essential role in keeping him focused.
The chorus repeats the idea that the singer's brother is his “keeper,” which provides some perspective on the idea of brotherhood in a dangerous environment. This connection is rooted in the idea of loyalty, an essential value required to survive in such a setting. The second verse shows the violence that surrounds the singer, with lines like “Cold jumper, been shootin,' no practice. Been tourin,' whip foreign, coupe crashin’” showing that he’s been living a fast and dangerous life. In general, the vocals are accompanied by an electronic beat that gives the song a sense of urgency and danger.
Line by Line Meaning
9 millimeter, my brother's my keeper
My brother protects me with his gun, a 9 millimeter.
Was serving that ether before I did features
Before I became a famous rapper, my brother and I were selling drugs like ether.
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
My girl knows how to welcome me.
She know how to keep me
She knows how to look after me.
She better not get
She better not upset me.
Fuck ya dead homies, run ya bread homie
I don't care about your dead friends, give me your money.
Got some lead for me, I'm on Artesia
I'm carrying a gun and I'm on Artesia street.
Parked in my Bimmer bumping my own shit
I'm parked in my BMW, listening to my own music.
I'm focused, they stuck on that old shit
I'm focused on my career, while others are still living in the past.
Livin' for that True Religion is broke shit
Only poor people care about wearing True Religion clothes.
I can spend that on a MAC with a long clip
I can buy a firearm with a long magazine for the same price.
Fly in that Benz but you hide in that Focus
You may drive a Benz, but you're hiding in a less expensive car.
My nigga just focus, I'm tryin' to paint you a picture
Stay focused, I'm trying to explain things to you.
We stuck in the moment
We're just living in the present moment, not thinking about the future.
My burner gets stuck if I shoot it too much
My gun gets jammed if I use it too frequently.
So a nigga resorted to domin'
Therefore, I had to switch to using a machete.
That's somebody's son but a war to be won
The person I'm fighting with is somebody's child, but there's a war going on.
Baby either go hunt or be hunted
Either take action or become a victim.
We crabs in a bucket, he called me a crab
We're all fighting each other like crabs in a bucket, and he called me the worst one.
So I shot him in front of the Douglas
I killed him in public, in front of the Douglas housing project.
I cannot be fucked with, we thuggin' in public
I'm untouchable, and I'm doing illegal things in front of other people.
What means the world to you?
What is the most important thing to you?
Is it fast life, money and clothes?
Is it a fast-paced lifestyle and material possessions like money and clothes?
Probably fuckin' these hoes
Probably having sex with multiple women.
Or what would you murder for?
What would you be willing to kill someone for?
Will your name hold weight when the curtains close?
Will you be remembered for something meaningful after you die?
Nigga caught one case and I heard he told
I heard a guy who was arrested snitched on someone.
Snitch get a full clip and closed casket
Snitches will be killed and buried in a closed casket with many gunshots.
Won't hug your bitch, when the ho ratchet
I won't show affection to my girlfriend because she has a bad attitude.
Cold jumper, been shootin', no practice
I'm good at shooting a basketball and a gun, without needing to practice.
Been tourin', whip foreign, coupe crashin'
I've been traveling and performing, driving a foreign car that I also crashed.
Still bangin' 2 Naughty 2 Nasty
I'm still repping my old rap group, 2 Naughty 2 Nasty.
Still "Fuck the police" they won't catch me
I still hate the police, but they won't be able to arrest me.
My feature too pricey, don't ask me
I charge a lot of money for other rappers to feature on my songs, so don't bother asking.
Go hard, 'til Goyard on my baggage
I'll work hard until I can afford a Goyard bag.
He mad we won't fight, I'm gon' tag him
He's upset that we won't physically fight, so I'll tag him on social media.
Mask up at midnight and start clappin'
I'll put on a mask at midnight and start shooting.
Kids crying, still snipe him, no lackin'
Even if children are nearby, I won't hesitate to kill him with a sniper rifle.
I don't have a reason, oh but I
I don't have a clear motivation, but still...
I'll get in your mind
I'll mess with your head or make you think of me constantly.
I keep you loaded and ready right here beside of me
I always have a gun with me and ready to use, next to me.
I'll pull up on you
I'll come to you, usually with negative intentions.
I'll pull up on your mind
I'll make you think of me, or surprise you with my presence.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Vince Staples, Taiwo Hassan, Kehinde Hassan, Nayvadius Wilburn, Elijah Blake, Snoh Nowrozi
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