Thug was born amongst the masses eliminating any doubt that he wouldnโt 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 Thugโs 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/
Memo
Young Thug Lyrics
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I got twenty chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip'
Nigga know they get the memo
They get that
Stack them racks, they know the memo
Stackin', stackin'
Nigga stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah she know the memo
Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga
Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
Yeah she bad, run that back, throw some racks, aye
Break her heart, write your name, like a cast yeah
Price of condo, bale, this not no grass, no
Take it out to Cali, beat that ass, woah
If you cut my jewels, I'mma pull up and shoot
And I, I do my shoppin', at Fairy, no tooth
You just pull up, I'm not fuckin', I'mma still show what it do
Ride around with Ugly Duckling, we just put two somethin' on a Bu (That's a Bugatti)
Man I'm so high I think I just seen a UFO with them troops
Bitches just see us and smile like what it do
I'mma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip
I got twenty chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip'
Nigga know they get the memo
Stack them racks, they know the memo
Nigga stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah look at what she sayin', she know the memo
Yeah she know the memo
I don't play on Arthur, but I'm moonwalkin'
I know who gon' catch a body, I know who rockin'
When I die I want a hundred bands inside of my casket
I drink Act, I smoke that gas, I smoke that loud, sirens
Yeah, yeah! I take molly with the YSL, memo, slat!
I supply 'em with them bricks and bales, memo
I'm gettin' money, nigga, can't you tell? (Hell yeah!)
Rollie silver like a handcuff no jail nigga (Memo)
I'm so fresh they want a pic
Pull up on 'em suckers kickin' shit, and with the shits
I thought you were rich but you so broke, I don't know shit
My big brother Bankroll told me I was gonna be the shit
Nigga know they get the memo
Stack them racks, they know the memo
Nigga stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah look at what she sayin', she know the memo
Yeah she know the memo
Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga
Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
Yeah she bad, run that back, throw some racks, aye
Break her heart, write your name, like a cast yeah
The lyrics of Young Thug's "Memo" talk about his life and how he has amassed wealth and shows off his riches. He boasts about his wealth by singing "I got twenty chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip" which means he has 20 expensive chains that are like dip, which is a thick liquid, that look like the chains could chip. He also sings about how he has stacks of cash and that everyone should know the memo and stack their racks too. He raps about his inordinate love for luxury items like a Price of condo, bale, that is not like grass, and if someone cuts his jewels, he will shoot them.
Besides, he also sings about enjoying drugs like Act and Gas, with loud sirens blaring. He says he is so high that he thinks he saw a UFO, and he takes molly with YSL. Young Thug also pays homage to his late brother, Bankroll, who predicted his success, and he intends to have $100,000 inside his casket when he dies. The lyrics seem like Young Thug is trying to show off his riches and success to his fans and interested parties.
In conclusion, Memo's lyrics are all about Young Thug's life of luxury and living his best life. He brags about his wealth and success in the music industry, drugs, and his love for luxury items while paying respect to his brother, who predicted his success.
Line by Line Meaning
I'mma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip
I'm going to arrive at someone's girlfriend's location in my luxurious car
I got twenty chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip'
I'm wearing a lot of jewelry that is going to shine bright and attract attention
Nigga know they get the memo
People are aware and informed about what's going on
Stack them racks, they know the memo
I always have plenty of money and people know it
Nigga stop playin', you know the memo
Don't act like you don't understand what's going on
Yeah look at what she sayin', she know the memo
This girl knows what she's talking about and is well-informed
Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga
My style is impressive and so is my money
Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
I have a lot of cash on me at all times, as well as some hidden away
Yeah she bad, run that back, throw some racks, aye
This girl is attractive, let's see her again and show off some money
Break her heart, write your name, like a cast yeah
I have the ability to get with any girl I want and leave my mark on them
Price of condo, bale, this not no grass, no
This is expensive living, not some cheap and low-class lifestyle
Take it out to Cali, beat that ass, woah
Going to California and having a wild and uninhibited time
If you cut my jewels, I'mma pull up and shoot
If somebody tries to rob me or mess with my jewelry, I will respond violently
And I, I do my shoppin', at Fairy, no tooth
I buy expensive clothes at high-end stores, like Fendi
You just pull up, I'm not fuckin', I'mma still show what it do
Even if you come and try to act tough, I'll still showcase my success
Ride around with Ugly Duckling, we just put two somethin' on a Bu (That's a Bugatti)
Cruising around with my friends, we have two guns in a Bugatti
Man I'm so high I think I just seen a UFO with them troops
I am under the influence of drugs and seeing things that aren't really there
Bitches just see us and smile like what it do
Girls notice us and seem happy to see us
I don't play on Arthur, but I'm moonwalkin'
I don't deal with cheap stuff, so I'm doing the moonwalk instead
I know who gon' catch a body, I know who rockin'
I have connections to people who will commit violent crimes and those who are successful
When I die I want a hundred bands inside of my casket
Even after I die, I want to have a lot of money with me
Drink Act, I smoke that gas, I smoke that loud, sirens
I drink lean and smoke potent marijuana, which attracts the attention of the police
I take molly with the YSL, memo, slat!
I take ecstasy with my friends from YSL (Young Stoner Life), always being alert and prepared
I supply 'em with them bricks and bales, memo
I provide people with illegal drugs, with everyone being well-aware of it
I'm gettin' money, nigga, can't you tell? (Hell yeah!)
I'm making a lot of money, it's obvious just by looking at me
Rollie silver like a handcuff no jail nigga (Memo)
The Rolex watch I'm wearing is valuable and expensive, like a pair of handcuffs
I'm so fresh they want a pic
I look so fresh and stylish that people want to take pictures of me
Pull up on 'em suckers kickin' shit, and with the shits
I'm showing up to confront someone and I'm prepared for anything
I thought you were rich but you so broke, I don't know shit
I assumed someone was rich, but now I realize they're actually poor and unsuccessful
My big brother Bankroll told me I was gonna be the shit
My older brother told me that I was going to be successful and rich, and he was right
Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JEFFREY WILLIAMS, LONDON TYLER HOMES
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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