What?
nikka, what bars?!
I must be one of the only sane people on the planet if I'm the only one here that thinks this generic ass trap bullshyt is as basic as nursery rhymes!
Where is the talent? What's special about this?
shyt is mind boggling!
The simplicity of the picture he's painting to YOU is vivid to those of US who either have lived this life or grew up in this environment. How one cannot feel these lyrics, to me, is amazing
"I'm 'bout to open a meth lab
I set the blow on the jetway
Called up some places for some big faces
I be in B-More like I'm a Raven
We trap out this bytch 'til the police raid it
I seen that coco turn bad when it get in the pot
I'm sorta like a chef when I'm over the pot
I'm sorta like a ref when we talk 'bout these streets
Whistle official, my pocket gorilla
We trap out these buildings and make us some millions
Poverty didn't get the best of my game
We took all this game and went bought us some chains
We fukking these bytches, ain't none of 'em gettin' claimed
I'm straight up, deranged
I jump out the Range
I go to the Flame on a Wednesday
That molly, that drank and that kush
I think I went over my limit
Stack after stack after stack
I'm throwin' this shyt to the ceiling
Got three Audemars and a Bentley
And it's one hell of a feeling"
Yall nikkas been getting taught how to Dougie, Stanky legging, Doing the whip and hitting the nae-nae too long to the point that authentic Hustler music is frowned upon and called "simple"
Ain't no wordplay or metaphors needed when you talking real street shyt breh...when you in that real street life or close enough around it, ain't no punchlines, ain't no jokes.