Thug was born amongst the masses eliminating any doubt that he wouldnβt be special. The second youngest child of 11 children developed a skill for standing out amongst many, early. Young Thug moved to Jonesboro, an impoverished suburb of Georgia where his lifestyle was engrossed by the crime, drug addiction and violence that surrounded him. It was there that he developed an insatiable appetite to succeed his current situation. After discovering and acknowledging his talent and creativity for music in 2010, Thug started a new hustle that would soon mature as one of the most promising music careers in the South. He also founded the record label YSL ( Young Stoner/Slatt Life) in 2010.
Eyeballing the throne of Hip hop royalty, Young Thug began to create a sound and style that would inevitably place him on top. Young Thugβs catchy verses and raw lyrical talent distinguished noise from art, clearly being the latter his creations are the best that remain of Southern hip hop. He is the embodiment of the evolution of Southern hip-hop. Young Thug is the representative for a generation that doesn't see hip-hop as a hobby but a lifestyle. Keeping true to himself, his art, and his home Young Thug will stand alone as the one true savior of the Southern movement.
2. Young Thug aka The Demon Child is hardcore/horrorcore rapper/beatmaker from Central France. Often collaborated with Lil Prod. Also he made 2 albums under the alias Da Mystic Terror, in these 2 albums he changed his voice to make it sounds like it's an other person rapping.
Official blogspots:
http://demonchildproductions.blogspot.com/
http://lilproddiscographie.blogspot.com/
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Young Thug Lyrics
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(We got London On Da Track) Hey
Let it all work out
Let it all work out
Let it all work out, aye
Let it all work out
Let it all work out
Started from the bottom, now a nigga so high, you gotta watch your damn step
Never wore fake gold, nigga, diamond's water like it knew Michael Phelps
Every time I get a shape-up
I give 'em Jacksons like niggas was Michael Che (woo)
Nut by myself, hut by myself (what?)
Fight break off in the chain gang, they ain't getting cut by myself
Nigga same thing, nigga bang bang, I did a lot of things for this wealth
Yeah, what's left? (what's left?)
Calculator living, now she fuck me on the steps
50k a show, I pray to God I don't get killed
Plus she pray to God I don't get killed cause she need help
[?] in my belt (ooh, ooh)
Nigga, how the hell you gon' throw the profit?
My old school own diamonds, [?]
Nigga, nigga let 'em have it
How many, how many, how many girls
So many years without Tampax Pearls
But you forgot to train your lil' girl
Let, let this shit work out
Hey, let this shit work out
(Let it all work out)
Oh, let this shit work out
(Let it all work out)
Hey, let it all work out, out
Let it all work out, out, out, out, out
Let it all work out, out, out, out, out
Out out, out out, out out, out out
(Let it all work out)
(Let it all work out)
Let it work out, work out
Aye
God, this bitch, wanna fuck, Thug, swag
Hunnids bagged up, up, up
Pass that clique, I'ma meet her like a damn ticket (ticket)
Feed my dick, word for brick, I'm the highest hippie (hippie)
House blacked out, red opps, don't get caught (caught)
Fuck a [?], iced out Rollie, I ain't gon' sugarcoat it
Let, let, let, let, let it all work out
I'm a junkie, I spend racks like a cash cow
Bih, bitch I control everything from the couch
I done served this bitch so much dick, she don't know how to walk
Let it all work out, let it all work out (hey)
Let it all work out, (hey) let it all work out (know what I'm sayin',nigga?)
Let it all work out, let it all work out (let it work, hey, let it work)
(Let it all work out, let it all work out)
Let it all work out, let it all work out
Let it all work out
We got London On Da Track
The lyrics to "Work" by Young Thug, Travis Scott, and Quavo explore the theme of success and how it can come at a cost. The song begins with Young Thug asking Travis Scott how many women he plans on having sex with, to which Scott responds with the outrageous number of twelve. The verses that follow detail the rappers' ascent to the top, with references to their expensive jewelry, lucrative shows, and sexual conquests. However, amidst the celebrations of their achievements, they also acknowledge the dangers that come with their lifestyle. In one verse, Scott says he prays to God he doesn't get killed while performing, while in another, Thug reveals that he has had to fight in prison.
The chorus of the song emphasizes the need to let things work out, even when times get tough. The repetition of the phrase "Let it all work out" suggests that the rappers are trying to find a balance between their pursuit of success and the challenges that come with it. The use of an upbeat melody and catchy chorus create a sense of resilience and hope despite the obstacles they may face.
Overall, "Work" explores the complex relationship between success and struggle in the world of hip hop. Through vivid and often provocative lyrics, Young Thug, Travis Scott, and Quavo paint a picture of the industry's highs and lows, leaving the listener to decide whether the costs are worth the rewards.
Line by Line Meaning
Aye, how many hoes you bout to fuck, fool? Twelve
Asking how many women one plans to have sex with, seemingly boasting about having twelve lined up
(We got London On Da Track) Hey
Credit to London On Da Track for producing the beat
Let it all work out
Repeated phrase implying that one should let everything play out and resolve itself
1991, Big Duck had a nigga named Lil Jeff
A reference to a person from the past, potentially nostalgic
Started from the bottom, now a nigga so high, you gotta watch your damn step
Implying a rise to fame and success, with caution necessary to avoid downfall
Never wore fake gold, nigga, diamond's water like it knew Michael Phelps
Avoiding fake jewelry, with actual diamonds that shine like Olympic swimmer Michael Phelps in water
Every time I get a shape-up, I give 'em Jacksons like niggas was Michael Che (woo)
Tipping generously after a haircut, playing off comedian Michael Che's last name
Nut by myself, hut by myself (what?)
Potentially a play on words, self-pleasure with no assistance, but also living alone
Fight break off in the chain gang, they ain't getting cut by myself
If a fight breaks out in prison, not acting alone in the altercation
Nigga same thing, nigga bang bang, I did a lot of things for this wealth
Continuing with prison-related content, potentially suggesting violence and crime were committed for financial gain
Yeah, what's left? (what's left?)
Rhetorical question about what is left to accomplish or gain
Calculator living, now she fuck me on the steps
Implying that one's financial success has caught the attention of others, possibly leading to sexual encounters
50k a show, I pray to God I don't get killed
Making a substantial amount of money for performances, with concerns for personal safety
Plus she pray to God I don't get killed cause she need help
Implying that someone else's well-being is dependent on one's safety
[?] in my belt (ooh, ooh)
Unclear reference to something in one's possession
Nigga, how the hell you gon' throw the profit?
Questioning how one would waste or lose money
My old school own diamonds, [?]
Unclear reference to something potentially involving jewelry
Nigga, nigga let 'em have it
Allowing someone else to take control or have their way
How many, how many, how many girls
Questioning the number of women one has been with
So many years without Tampax Pearls
Potentially suggesting a long history of sexual activities without the need for feminine hygiene products
But you forgot to train your lil' girl
Implies a failure in teaching or guiding someone close, potentially related to sex education
Let, let this shit work out
Reiteration of the main idea of letting things play out and resolve themselves
God, this bitch, wanna fuck, Thug, swag
Someone expressing interest in having sex with the rapper Young Thug
Hunnids bagged up, up, up
Possibly referring to money stacked in hundred dollar bills
Pass that clique, I'ma meet her like a damn ticket (ticket)
Passing the marijuana to a group of people while expressing eagerness to have sex with the interested party
Feed my dick, word for brick, I'm the highest hippie (hippie)
Expressing a need for sexual gratification, potentially related to drugs and feeling high
House blacked out, red opps, don't get caught (caught)
Possibly indicating that one's house is secured and protected from enemies, with a threat of being caught if approached
Fuck a [?], iced out Rollie, I ain't gon' sugarcoat it
Disregarding something, potentially a specific brand or item, while flaunting a watch covered in diamonds
I'm a junkie, I spend racks like a cash cow
Comparing oneself to a drug addict, spending money recklessly
Bih, bitch I control everything from the couch
Claiming to have power and control over various aspects of life while sitting on a couch
I done served this bitch so much dick, she don't know how to walk
Boasting about providing sexual satisfaction to someone to the point where they are affected physically
Lyrics Β© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Sampha Lahai Sisay
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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