Pink Siifu, born Livingston Matthews and based in Los Angeles, has made mus… Read Full Bio ↴Pink Siifu, born Livingston Matthews and based in Los Angeles, has made music under many other names, most prominently Iiye. Matthews’ music weaves a web between various pillars of neo-soul, and sun-dried California hip-hop but at the center, there is a comprehensible Siifu. His persona is fully fleshed out: an earnest poet dependent on prayer but too shy to scan as self-serious, speaking his thoughts through the voices of others and disguising his own in crooked, glinting bars.

Waiting to Get Shot
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Yo, yo, yo, yo
Fuck

Ravishing, it's hard to tell what type of bag he in
I move dope with a paintbrush, toast to the fabricant
Making magic and toking the baddest shit in land with the spliffs tall as my man
Shit was hurting my hand
Collect soul and the bread, he as quick as a nigga can

Riding stole, it's some nice shit tinted out with the band
If you that nigga then broaden your decision
Make the skills, count the mills, change the world if you ill
So what's the deal, you real?
They talk the talk every problem concealed, apologise
Bitch it's coming soon, I know, I got some room to blow
This book of soul captivate your feds from the door
Niggas all broke, button mashing
Smash the dominos like it's the God flow
I know you tired of thinking 'bout me hoe
Hit Murcielago, flick me up and (?)

Tight plan, take out the bread
In and out, move as fast as you can, now the chase, you looking just like feds
I know the style of my people, they bled
White faces, I need all mine dead, I heard what he said
Let God talk, let God talk, my nigga wanted that dead
That black vest, he said he wanted that red(?)
I want all black like my bitch riding in
She say "You niggas is rats, nigga just like peers" we cutting out the fat
Tell Chase and then rap, race pace where I'm at
Ain't got time to relax
Momma need racks, Poppa need racks, we betting that
It's still here, this the track, we adapt
They number their head, demons stay on my back, look at that
'Member when Piper was peeled popping them back, look at that
We on the map black, we on the map, all about to react
Swimming uphill, water chasing me back for the money

Keep a dumb bitch waving the cash
Gotta go

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Pink Siifu & Fly Anakin's song "Waiting to Get Shot" depict a gritty and tumultuous lifestyle immersed in the world of drugs and survival. The opening lines, "Ravishing, it's hard to tell what type of bag he in / I move dope with a paintbrush, toast to the fabricant" suggest that the singer is navigating through a world filled with uncertainty, where it is difficult to discern the true intentions and motivations of those around them. The reference to moving dope with a paintbrush indicates a level of creativity or artistry in the singer's drug-dealing endeavors.

The lyrics continue with references to indulging in drugs and living on the edge, symbolized by smoking "the baddest shit in land with the spliffs tall as my man." This self-destructive behavior is juxtaposed with the desire to collect money and souls as quickly as possible, as the singer strives to amass wealth in a dangerous underworld. There is a sense of urgency and restlessness, conveyed through lines such as "Riding stole, it's some nice shit tinted out with the band" and "I know you tired of thinking 'bout me hoe / Hit Murcielago, flick me up and (?)." These lines suggest a desire to escape or maintain a fast-paced, unpredictable lifestyle.

The second verse delves into themes of violence and retribution, with references to wanting all the "white faces" dead and wearing a black vest (possibly alluding to bulletproof protection). The singer expresses a need for financial success, proclaiming that his family needs racks of money. There is a feeling of relentlessness and determination, as the lyrics state "Momma need racks, Poppa need racks, we betting that / It's still here, this the track, we adapt / They number their head, demons stay on my back." These lines reflect a relentless pursuit of financial stability and the constant struggles and burdens that come with it.

Overall, "Waiting to Get Shot" paints a vivid picture of a life filled with danger, uncertainty, and the constant drive for survival. The lyrics provide a glimpse into the complex emotions and motivations of individuals navigating through a world characterized by drugs, violence, and the relentless pursuit of financial success.

Line by Line Meaning

Ravishing, it's hard to tell what type of bag he in
The person's appearance is impressive and it's difficult to determine their true intentions or motives

I move dope with a paintbrush, toast to the fabricant
The person is skilled at creating art and celebrating their craftsmanship, drawing parallels to drug dealing

Making magic and toking the baddest shit in land with the spliffs tall as my man
Engaging in magical experiences and smoking the best marijuana with joints as tall as a person

Shit was hurting my hand
The person experienced physical pain or discomfort

Collect soul and the bread, he as quick as a nigga can
Gathering wealth and resources as fast as possible

Riding stole, it's some nice shit tinted out with the band
Driving a stolen car that is stylishly modified

If you that nigga then broaden your decision
Encouraging the person to make more informed and open-minded choices

Make the skills, count the mills, change the world if you ill
Developing one's abilities, accumulating wealth, and striving to create positive change

So what's the deal, you real?
Questioning the authenticity and sincerity of the person

They talk the talk every problem concealed, apologise
People pretend to address issues but only offer empty apologies

Bitch it's coming soon, I know, I got some room to blow
Anticipating success and expressing confidence in their potential

This book of soul captivate your feds from the door
The person's artistic creation captures the attention of law enforcement

Niggas all broke, button mashing
Others are financially struggling and resorting to desperate measures to make quick money

Smash the dominos like it's the God flow
Taking control and exerting influence like a higher power

I know you tired of thinking 'bout me hoe
Addressing someone who is tired of constantly thinking about the person

Hit Murcielago, flick me up and (?)
Riding in a luxurious car and taking a photo of the experience

Tight plan, take out the bread
Executing a carefully thought-out plan to acquire money

In and out, move as fast as you can, now the chase, you looking just like feds
Completing the task quickly and adopting the same intense focus and determination as law enforcement

I know the style of my people, they bled
Understanding the struggles and sacrifices of one's community

White faces, I need all mine dead, I heard what he said
Expressing disdain towards the oppressors and wanting their demise, based on what someone said

Let God talk, let God talk, my nigga wanted that dead
Allowing one's inner voice or conscience to guide them, and someone desiring the death of a person

That black vest, he said he wanted that red(?)
Someone expressing a desire to have a black vest turn red, suggesting a violent intention

I want all black like my bitch riding in
Desiring to have the same stylish aesthetic as one's partner

She say 'You niggas is rats, nigga just like peers' we cutting out the fat
A woman criticizing others for being disloyal or untrustworthy and the person deciding to remove unnecessary or negative influences

Tell Chase and then rap, race pace where I'm at
Informing someone named Chase and then continuing to pursue success or fame at a determined speed

Ain't got time to relax
There is no time for leisure or rest

Momma need racks, Poppa need racks, we betting that
The person's parents require money, and they are confident in their ability to obtain it

It's still here, this the track, we adapt
Despite challenges, they remain persistent and continue on their path, adapting as necessary

They number their head, demons stay on my back, look at that
Others face problems or challenges, while the person feels burdened by their own personal struggles

'Member when Piper was peeled popping them back, look at that
Recalling a past event involving someone named Piper misusing drugs

We on the map black, we on the map, all about to react
Acknowledging their presence and influence in the music industry and anticipating a strong response from listeners

Swimming uphill, water chasing me back for the money
Facing continuous challenges and obstacles as they strive to acquire wealth

Keep a dumb bitch waving the cash
Having a foolish person attract attention by flaunting money

Gotta go
The person needs to leave or move on to the next task

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Frank Walton, Livingston Matthews, Malik Abdul-Rahmaan

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