Song Meaning

The narrator asserts a distinct identity and ambition, contrasting themselves with others who seem to operate on a lower level. The opening lines, "Can't have everything, I want everything," immediately establish a hunger for more, setting the stage for a narrative of self-made success. This is reinforced by the repeated assertion of being "paid though" and having a "bankroll," painting a picture of someone focused on financial gain and material wealth as proof of their ascent. The lyrics suggest a clear division between the narrator and their peers, highlighting a perceived difference in drive and goals. The central tension in the lyrics revolves around a fierce sense of self-preservation and a disdain for perceived fakeness or weakness in others. Phrases like "We both human but we ain't the same though" and the implied threat in "Watch your back, shoot, you know anything goes" underscore a world where caution and assertiveness are paramount. The narrator positions themselves as someone who has overcome or is actively avoiding the pitfalls that have ensnared others, particularly those who might be involved with the same people or engage in less ambitious pursuits. The repeated mention of firearms and travel for shows further solidifies this image of a life lived on the edge, where security and mobility are key. A notable craft element is the juxtaposition of casual, almost mundane details with starkly violent imagery. The narrator mentions "weed stains on" clothing and "smoking on out the door" in one breath, then immediately pivots to discussing carrying an "F&N" and a "Glock only 17" for protection during "out of state shows." This creates a disorienting but effective portrayal of a dual existence, where the everyday realities of hustling and self-medication coexist with the constant threat of danger and the need for readiness. The repetition of the "Road runner out of state shows" chorus acts as a grounding motif, emphasizing the relentless nature of this lifestyle. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their raw, unapologetic portrayal of ambition and survival. The narrator's voice is confident, almost defiant, as they detail their progress and warn against underestimation. The specific, often gritty details – from the "candy paint toes" on a Challenger to the "weed-break bong" – ground the narrative in a tangible reality. This groundedness, combined with the underlying tension of potential conflict, makes the narrator's declaration of self-worth and their singular focus on success feel earned and impactful.

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September’s Very Own

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[Intro] Can't have everything, I want everything yeah Alright, take 56 nigga [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah, if you say so I keep taking Drake flows but I'm paid though Do a shot by the caseload, nigga case closed 'Cause I been balling like a hot boy, I got a bankroll Road runner out of state shows Gotta travel with my F&N, fuck a draco And my Glock only 17, if he can't go Down, staying at the crib, counting till the bank close uhh (GG) We both human but we ain't the same though You and all your boyfriends fucked the same hoes My ambitions as the GOAT, we don't have the same goals I'm gon pull off in a Challenger with candy paint toes Watch your back, shoot, you know anything goes And they took your .44s, hid 'em in his [?] The same shit this day that every day is old So you better get your money up in every you know [Chorus] Same me like [?] That's 200 dollars G-star, got weed stains on That's 300 for my heart bong, my weed-break bong I be smoking on out the door, I get my weed break on Road runner out of state shows Gotta travel with my F&N, fuck a draco And my Glock only 17, if he can't go, down Staying at the crib, counting till the bank close uhh (GG) [Verse 2] If you say so Caught them other niggas go but they ain't go Call me what you want just not after eight though Hooping after bankroll, what the safe hold I'm too boujee for my pleasurement, can't fuck a fake hoe I'm too snooty for her estrogen, I love her frame though I want all money, back on all grind I see pistol grip, pumps, in the back, are you alright Dunno why I'm [?] in the back, are y'all lying? I'm gon have to leave some, I don't think you wanna try I don't think you wanna die, if you choose to Pretty sure your mama ain't gon wanna lose you I'm most positive that they'll talk about it on the youtube I was handling my business, I suggest you do you Yeah, got a short fuse, I've been walking on a long-ass with some loose screws [Chorus] Same me like [?] That's 200 dollars G-star, got weed stains on That's 300 for my heart bong, my weed-break bong I be smoking on out the door, I get my weed break on Road runner out of state shows Gotta travel with my F&N, fuck a draco And my Glock only 17, if he can't go, down Staying at the crib, counting till the bank close uhh (GG) [Outro] One day my friends gon stop looking for guidance in people that spite us One day them subtweets gon build you up courage to come out a fight us One day my friends gon stop looking for friendship in people who spite us One day the world gon stop faking they [?] for real become [?]

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Producers: Colin Brackett
Timmy Holiday

September’s Very Own

September’s Very Own

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