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Young Thug Feat. Zuse Lyrics
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I'm going dumb in a moshpit (bitch)
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (yeah)
I can't close my eyelids (yeah)
Why? 'Cause a young nigga off it (uh)
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
Last year, made a big profit (yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet (uh)
Smoking this gas got me coughing (yessir)
You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (bitch, bitch)
Yeah (yeah), it's a motherfucking stick up (bitch)
Put your hands up or get hit up (uh)
I grew up a bad nigga (yeah)
Section 8, be in the projects, I was in the parks with the hittas (hittas)
Now, I count bands, count figures
You don't fuck with Sheck Wes? Get the finger (bitch)
This not a hoe like Mike (yes), this not a hoe like wizard (wizard)
My youngin' heart, cold like December (bitch)
Streets done turned me to a killer (killer)
The car panoramic, all-white Ku Klux Klan
I got in her panties, I didn't even plan it
The new one is Spanish, I hopped out the coupe
Gave a rack to her grannie, I don't do the bogus
Ain't tryna expose her, I didn't even tell on you
Your house for foreclosure, I didn't even know it
I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I thought that you fucked him
I owe you for life, and you on with no score
I hop off the jet, I hop on a boat
I'm smokin' biscotti, it's makin' me choke
I have after parties and after parties
I'm drinkin' red, I don't want no Bacardi
When I get the kids, you look so sorted
You look like you have a good time with your buddies
I know that you need it, little break and they fussin'
When shit gets off, shoot out the lil' bucket with you
Need a nanny, I go Randy Savage
I gave 'way the Rollie, the AP is 'matic
Got Daytonas, Breitlings, got skeletons added
The shit don't look average, I like how it setted
I'm checking the static, I'm checking the settings
This bitch 'round my neck, he might cook in my Patek
I'm hungry as fuck, 'bout to eat out her carrot
I got the biggest body inside of the valley
I'm next to John Wall I could throw him an alley
Rent the plate, boy I'm matchin' and stabbin'
I put on some ice, now I'm cool as an addict
I know how to fold, they took all my cash in
I knew how to fish, I know that I'm rich
I pour the eight in a Sierra Mist
Ran up some M's, I'm don't need a lick
Heard she was gon' go down, I don't see that bitch
I'm going dumb in a moshpit (bitch)
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (yeah)
I can't close my eyelids (yeah)
Why? 'Cause a young nigga off it (yrah)
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
I got the message like a prophet (uh)
Last year, made a big profit (yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet (uh)
Smoking this gas got me coughing (yessir)
You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (bitch, bitch)
Yeah (yeah), it's a motherfucking stick up (bitch)
Put your hands up or get hit up (uh)
I grew up a bad nigga (yeah)
The lyrics portray Young Thug and Zuse embodying a reckless and carefree attitude as they navigate through a lifestyle filled with danger and extravagance. Young Thug kicks off the verse by boasting about his wild behavior, declaring he is going "dumb in a moshpit" and feeling lost in the chaos of the crowd. The lines "I can't close my eyelids, 'cause a young nigga off it" suggest he is living a life filled with stimulation and excitement, making it difficult for him to rest or find peace. He compares himself to a prophet, implying he has a deep understanding or insight into his surroundings and experiences.
As the verse continues, Young Thug flexes his financial success, highlighting the big profit he made last year and the large sums of money he carries in his wallet. Despite his material wealth, he acknowledges the toll his lifestyle takes on his health, referencing coughing from smoking gas (marijuana) and the potential consequences for those who challenge him ("put you in a casket or a coffin"). The mention of a stick-up and growing up as a "bad nigga" suggests a past filled with crime and violence.
Zuse takes over the second part of the verse, delving into themes of growing up in challenging environments like Section 8 housing and navigating a world where street mentality turns individuals into killers. He references giving money to a woman's grandmother and apologizing for misunderstandings, showcasing a softer side amidst the harsh realities he faces. The lyrics touch on loyalty, wealth, and the complexities of relationships, emphasizing the struggles and conflicts that come with their lifestyle.
In the final part of the verse, Young Thug and Zuse combine their distinct styles to paint a picture of excess, success, and a sense of detachment from societal norms. The imagery of luxury watches, expensive cars, and extravagant parties is juxtaposed with references to personal growth and self-awareness. The lyrics touch on themes of wealth acquisition, self-indulgence, and a sense of isolation that comes with rising above the struggles of their past. The repetition of the chorus reinforces their defiant and unapologetic attitude, serving as a declaration of their resilience and determination to succeed despite the odds stacked against them.
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Written by: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Khamidou Fall
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