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The lyrics paint a picture of a life lived on the edge, where actions speak louder than words and loyalty is paramount. The opening lines establish a sense of urgency and unspoken understanding between associates, suggesting a readiness for immediate action, whether it's getting in a car or dealing with a situation. The phrase "gloves are inside of the car" hints at a preparedness for potentially illicit or dangerous activities, emphasizing a need for discretion and a clean getaway. The repeated assertion "I'll be right on time" underscores a commitment to these clandestine operations, portraying the narrator as reliable and punctual in their dangerous endeavors. The central tension revolves around a duality of existence: the narrator claims to "make this money legit" while simultaneously describing a lifestyle intertwined with crime and violence. This contrast is stark, particularly in lines like "Bro got a nine on his hip" juxtaposed with the claim of legitimacy. The lyrics suggest a world where these two realities coexist, where threats are handled swiftly and decisively, as indicated by the imagery of popping things off "like a zit." The narrator appears to navigate this space with a detached, almost performative air, describing themselves as a "pantomime" in this "life of crime." A key element of the craft is the use of vivid, often jarring imagery to convey the harsh realities of their environment. The comparison of a brother pulling up with a "clip" and a "laser on it" to a "kid thats been raving" is particularly striking, blending youthful exuberance with lethal intent. This juxtaposition highlights the normalization of violence and the premature exposure to danger. Furthermore, the casual mention of drug use and sexual encounters, like "Fuck her while I'm off the shit" and "I got my cup and its mixed with the Cali weed," serves to normalize these aspects of their lifestyle, presenting them as routine rather than exceptional. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their unflinching portrayal of a specific, high-stakes lifestyle. The directness and lack of embellishment create a raw, almost visceral experience for the listener. The constant assertion of control and capability, despite the inherent chaos, makes the narrator seem formidable. The lyrics succeed by grounding their narrative in concrete, often brutal, imagery and a consistent tone of self-assuredness, even when describing morally ambiguous or dangerous situations.

Fimiguerrero & Odzmoney - Rap, UK Rap

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[Chorus: Fimiguerrero] Bro don't gotta think twice, when its get in the ride (Okay) We'll talk later cause the gloves are inside of the car Use that, I'ma tell you when its time (Okay) We're in the ride tryna make that swerve like sine (Brr, brr) Trust me I'll be right on time (On time) In this life of crime, I'm a pantomime Trust me I'll be right on time (Okay) I ain't gotta say much, I'll be right on time, ay (You wish) I'm pulling up in that Rick, uh We pop them off like a zit, uh (Okay) Fuck her whilе I'm off the shit, uh (Yeah) No pillow talking you bitch (Yeah) I got my cup and its mixеd with the Cali weed, smoke it up and sip (I sip that) I got some sprite on my lip, uh [Verse 1: Fimiguerrero] Bro got a nine on his hip, uh (Bro got a nine) I make this money legit On the kitchen, my brother pull up with a clip (Ha, ha) And the laser on it, so he look like a kid thats been raving (Ha, ha) My nigga make you have a fit (Ha, ha) Its amazing how niggas claim they've been in shit (Ha, ha) But you pull up on them and they're not saying shit, lil bitch (Woah) I've been like this since I was a jit Like you can ask Odz if you think that I fibbed (Lil bitch) [Verse 2: Odzmoney & Fimiguerrero] Every time I step, they come like Vladimir Putin, came (Okay) My young boys on train, OT, wrestling, tryna whip cane I'm a stereotype like Blaine, I got them pounds, drop some on my main bitch (Okay) Your laptop, I stained it Mac and cheese, my favourite I got niggas in the cut, who don't give a fuck Broski we'll split your wig I'm the nigga in the cut, who don't give a fuck Man I might fuck his bitch I fill my cup, I fill my cup, with Tuss You don't wanna see man pissed You know what's up, you know whats up with us We smoke these niggas like Riz I took that risk, I took that risk with Fim We used to run through sims Run through bins Stuck in the mud, I've been Stuck in the mud, I've been Bossing the game Rocking these Gucci frames Rocking the silver chain ODZ, I had to add that money That's why its in my name [Chorus: Fimiguerrero] Bro don't gotta think twice, when its get in the ride (Okay) We'll talk later cause the gloves are inside of the car Use that, I'ma tell you when its time (Okay) We're in the ride tryna make that swerve like sine (Brr, brr) Trust me I'll be right on time (On time) In this life of crime, I'm a pantomime Trust me I'll be right on time (Okay) I ain't gotta say much, I'll be right on time, ay (You wish) I'm pulling up in that Rick, uh We pop them off like a zit, uh (Okay) Fuck her while I'm off the shit, uh (Yeah) I got my cup and its mixed with the Cali weed, smoke it up and sip (I sip that) I got some sprite on my lip, uh (Bro got a nine on his—)

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Writers: Fimiguerrero
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