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The lyrics paint a stark picture of a life dictated by constant risk and the pursuit of survival, where numbers, weapons, and street conflicts are the primary focus. The narrator reflects on his past, acknowledging time spent incarcerated and the inherent dangers of his environment, yet he continues to engage in high-stakes activities. This is underscored by phrases like "All I talk is numbers" and the casual mention of ".32 spin that's life," suggesting a normalized acceptance of danger and a life lived on the edge. The constant threat of violence is palpable, with references to "attempts and intents" and the need to "fly out the ride with a 4's." The central tension arises from the narrator's seemingly inescapable cycle of violence and incarceration, juxtaposed with a drive to "get it." The chorus highlights this by stating, "Opps don't wanna sleep a on vio, but they gotta give the gang their dues," implying a forced confrontation and a demand for respect or retribution. The act of burning clothes after stepping on an "opp block" to destroy evidence speaks to the clandestine nature of these activities and the constant need to evade law enforcement, further emphasizing the precariousness of their existence. The line "I'm still tryna get it like the Jews dem" is a provocative, albeit potentially controversial, comparison, suggesting a relentless pursuit of success or survival against significant odds. One of the most striking aspects of the lyricism is the raw, unfiltered language and the use of coded references that create an immersive, albeit grim, narrative. The contrast between the mundane "sip my beverage" and the immediate threat of ".32 spin" or "skengs and ice" highlights the duality of their reality. The imagery of "mackerels and tunas" on the wing versus ".30's and Lugers" on the road starkly illustrates the different arenas of conflict and survival. The repetition of "Still finesse these broad day bootings" reinforces a persistent, almost defiant, approach to acquiring what they need, regardless of the circumstances or the time of day. Ultimately, these lyrics resonate due to their unflinching portrayal of a life where survival is a daily battle, and every action is weighed against potential consequences. The craft lies in its directness and its ability to convey a sense of urgency and hardened resolve. The narrator's perspective is one of someone deeply entrenched in this lifestyle, where risk is a given and the pursuit of "dues"—whether respect, wealth, or simply survival—is a constant imperative. The lyrics don't offer easy answers but rather a raw glimpse into a world where the stakes are always high and the consequences are immediate.

Headie One & Loski - Rap, Drill

Dues

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[Verse 1: Headie One] All I talk is numbers Skip to 10 and then I just went to the 9 and 8 I'm still beating attempts and intents I just sip my beverage My little bro looking at 7 He got nicked with 6 in the weapon The other one done a drilling Everyone ran then he gave me high 5 I been sitting in the can just thinking, what's it all for? But I still take risks with the .32 spin that's life Still sport this 1 lev on a trackie and fling a tenner on uncle Then I fling a next tenner on my Lyca bundle OFB stack readies and spend it on skengs and ice Them man ain't put it no work and they ain't stack none, someone's lying Fly out the ride with a 4's, bet someone's flying I fell in love with the kickback, I come a long way from ridgebacks [Chorus: Headie One] First phone call's my alarm clock, I don't need my alarm on snooze Opps don't wanna sleep a on vio, but they gotta give the gang their dues How many times did we step on the opp block, go home burn my trackie and shoes? Evidence in the air no clues Cah these pigs make my blood Boyle like Susan I'm still tryna get it like the Jews dem On the wing it's mackerels and tunas, on the road it's .30's and Lugers Finesse these broad day bootings Still finesse these broad day bootings [Verse 2: Loski] Harlem O, dare you leave your bros You stepped out with your chinger, why you breezing home? My Barbie brown and flirty, boujie, Gucci pose Splash and pose, we stepped out tryna Holy Ghost Say they garn do me but they see me and dash, why the fuck am I beefing these cowards? I still won't lowe him, splash man down, have him wet like he just got showered Shotty long like Eiffel Tower, or Chan Kardash Ting got beat like a dutty slug Loski Loose love splash and brag bad [Chorus: Headie One] First phone call's my alarm clock, I don't need my alarm on snooze Opps don't wanna sleep a on vio, but they gotta give the gang their dues How many times did we step on the opp block, go home burn my trackie and shoes? Evidence in the air no clues Cah these pigs make my blood Boyle like Susan I'm still tryna get it like the Jews dem On the wing it's mackerels and tunas, on the road it's .30's and Lugers Finesse these broad day bootings Still finesse these broad day bootings [Outro: Headie One] First phone call's my alarm clock, I don't need my alarm on snooze Opps don't wanna sleep a on vio, but they gotta give the gang their dues How many times did we step on the opp block, go home burn my trackie and shoes? Evidence in the air no clues Cah these pigs make my blood Boyle like Susan I'm still tryna get it like the Jews dem On the wing it's mackerels and tunas, on the road it's .30 and Lugers Finesse these broad day bootings Still finesse these broad day bootings

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Writers: Loski
Headie One

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