Malphurs moved with his family from Jamaica, Queens, New York to Riverdale, Georgia when he was nine years old. The name "Waka" was taken from Fozzie Bear. The name "Flocka Flame" was given to him by rapper Gucci Mane.Waka Flocka is a member of the 1017 Brick Squad Boyz, with Gucci Mane, OJ Da Juiceman, Frenchie, and Wooh Da Kid.
He was shot in the arm while struggling with a robber at a car wash in Atlanta, Georgia on the morning of January 19, 2010. His debut single is called "O Let's Do It",which peaked at #62 on the Billboard Hot 100. His debut album, Flockavelli was released later on in 2010.
The Round Of Applause Songfacts says. After an early version of "Round of Applause without Drake leaked in early August 2011, it was remixed by the Toronto MC and released it through his official blog October's Very Own, on September 11, 2011. Waka Flocka Flame then chose to master the remix and release it as the official single from his second album, Triple F Life: Friends, Fans and Family. It was released to iTunes on October 18, 2011, and to U.S. urban radio on November 1, 2011.
He was featured on Lil Jon's album Crunk Rock on the track "Throw It Up, Pt. 2 (Remix)" which also feature Pastor Troy Waka is 6'6ft 265lbs
Blood On The Leaves
Waka Flocka Flame Lyrics
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Blood on the leaves
Breeze, breeze
Blood on the leaves
Breeze, breeze
Blood on the leaves
Breeze, breeze
Black bodies
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
From the poplar trees
Flocka on that bullshit again
The preacher in the pool pit again
You fucking losers bout to forfeit again
Your importance seems so enormous and then
Your cooperate friends pull up in that 'fuck is this?'
Turn pale when you see my fucking bucket list
Life is super sweet, smoke the finest sour
I'm 'bout to hang glide from the Eiffel tower
My silent hour when I'm on stage raging
They used to look down, now I see they face changin'
The bass banging
The game make them taste fame and
You niggas lame so I guess I have to say it layman
Waka Flocka!
(Black bodies, swinging in the southern breeze)
Squad nigga, you can't fuck with us nigga
We knock the fuck ya'll niggas out
4 years in this shit nigga
Breeze! Pussy
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
From the poplar trees
Flocka on them trees, that's blood on the leaves
All I need a pretty face, little something to squeeze
And it's nothing to me
Man I came from a different lane
I'm 'bout to cop four tickets to a Clippers game
Make sure I wear every single fucking chain
Not because I can, but because he can't
But why wait, I guess it change nothing still
I wonder why my brothers kill
Or wanna pop another pill
I'm tryna find another thrill
It's another degree
Man, Flocka on them trees, that's blood on the leaves
Squad!
The lyrics to Waka Flocka Flame's song "Blood on the Leaves" are a blend of chilling images, provocative social commentary, and braggadocio lyricism. The opening lines are a reference to the famous song "Strange Fruit" by Billie Holiday, which describes the lynching of African Americans in the south. The "poplar trees" are the same ones that were used as a means of public execution during this dark period of American history. The repetition of "blood on the leaves" and "breeze" creates a haunting and dreamlike atmosphere, as if the violence and injustice being described are part of a collective national memory that still haunts us to this day. Waka Flocka then enters the song with his signature aggressive flow, asserting his dominance over his rivals and addressing issues like drug abuse and violence in the black community. He also touches on the theme of upward mobility, boasting about his success and making plans to attend a Clippers game and show off his wealth.
Line by Line Meaning
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
Referring to the horrific history of lynching in the Southern United States, where black bodies were hung from trees
Blood on the leaves
The blood of the lynched bodies is staining the leaves of the poplar trees
Breeze, breeze
The wind is blowing through the leaves and carrying the scent of death through the air
Black bodies
The lynched bodies are those of black people
Swinging in the southern breeze, breeze
The bodies are hanging in the wind, swaying slowly back and forth
Flocka on that bullshit again
Waka Flocka Flame is expressing frustration and anger towards his critics and those who doubt his talent
The preacher in the pool pit again
A reference to the church and how religious leaders are hypocritical and manipulative
You fucking losers bout to forfeit again
Waka Flocka is confident in his own success and superiority and is calling out those who he sees as failures
Your importance seems so enormous and then
The people he's criticizing may think they're important but they're not in his eyes
Your cooperate friends pull up in that 'fuck is this?'
Waka Flocka is unimpressed by the people his critics associate with
Turn pale when you see my fucking bucket list
His critics are intimidated by his ambition and what he's set out to achieve
Life is super sweet, smoke the finest sour
Waka Flocka is enjoying life and indulging in luxury and drugs
I'm 'bout to hang glide from the Eiffel tower
He's looking for new thrills and experiences to enjoy
My silent hour when I'm on stage raging
Performing on stage is a quiet moment for him, where he can express his rage and emotions
They used to look down, now I see they face changin'
People who once doubted him now recognize his talent and success, leading to a change in their attitude
The bass banging
The music he's performing has a strong bass line
The game make them taste fame and
People are drawn to the music industry for the fame and fortune it can provide
You niggas lame so I guess I have to say it layman
He thinks his critics are unintelligent and therefore he has to use simpler language to make his point
Flocka on them trees, that's blood on the leaves
Waka Flocka Flame is referencing the earlier gruesome lyric and using it as a metaphor for his own violent and aggressive behavior
All I need a pretty face, little something to squeeze
Waka Flocka is objectifying women and talking about his sexual desires
And it's nothing to me
He doesn't feel guilty or ashamed about his behavior
Man I came from a different lane
He's from a different background and has had to struggle to achieve success
I'm 'bout to cop four tickets to a Clippers game
He's enjoying his financial success and plans to spend money on things he enjoys
Make sure I wear every single fucking chain
He's showing off his wealth and status by wearing multiple expensive chains
Not because I can, but because he can't
He's trying to one-up someone else by showing off his wealth
But why wait, I guess it change nothing still
He's expressing his nihilistic views on life and questioning the point of waiting to enjoy success and luxury
I wonder why my brothers kill
Waka Flocka is grappling with the violence and senseless killing that he sees happening in his community
Or wanna pop another pill
He's referencing the drug abuse and addiction that can be found in many communities, including his own
I'm tryna find another thrill
He's always looking for new experiences and ways to thrill himself
It's another degree
He's trying to level up in life and achieve even greater success
Squad!
A reference to the group he is associated with or the friends he hangs out with
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Juaquin Malphurs
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