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The lyrics paint a stark picture of a life steeped in violence and hustle, where survival and material gain are paramount. The opening lines immediately establish a tone of aggression and relentless work, with the repeated image of a "sawed-off" shotgun and the declaration of "puttin' work, no, I never call off." This sets the stage for a narrative focused on illicit activities and a constant drive for money, suggesting a world where quick, often violent, action is the primary mode of operation. The chorus reinforces this by offering a duality: the ability to "ball out" and "work the plug" versus the threat of being "dropped," highlighting the precarious balance of power and risk. The central tension in the lyrics arises from the narrator's direct challenge: "What you know about...?" This rhetorical device forces the listener to confront the harsh realities described, from "shootin' up the block" at sixteen to "catchin' a kill" and "gettin' fried 'til you can't feel." The narrator contrasts their own formative experiences, marked by a "handgun" and an "AP5 on my wishlist" instead of typical childhood desires, with an assumed ignorance on the part of the listener. This creates a sense of detachment, as if the narrator is recounting a life so far removed from normalcy that it's almost incomprehensible to outsiders. A particularly striking element is the juxtaposition of extreme violence and hedonism with moments of apparent introspection or regret, especially in the outro. The narrator boasts about "hunnid' rounds, extended clips" and "big guns and tinted whips," but then shifts to admitting, "Lost myself, I overworked it too hard" and questioning, "Out my mind, how I let things go this way?" This internal conflict, where the pursuit of wealth and status ("dividends," "businesses") leads to self-estrangement, adds a layer of complexity. The repeated phrase "high as fuck" becomes a motif for a disassociated state, blurring the lines between ambition, escapism, and genuine loss of control. These lyrics resonate because they offer an unfiltered, albeit grim, perspective on a specific lifestyle. The raw language and direct challenges create an immersive, almost confrontational experience for the listener. The effectiveness lies in the unflinching portrayal of a cycle of violence, wealth accumulation, and personal cost, leaving the listener to ponder the "what you know about" questions long after the track ends. The narrative doesn't shy away from the brutality, but the subtle hints of internal struggle in the outro suggest a deeper, more human cost beneath the bravado.

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[Intro] Nigga ran up, hit him with the sawed-off And I'm puttin' w— And I'm puttin' work, no, I never call off Make the money t— Nigga ran up, hit him with the sawed-off And I'm puttin' w— And I'm puttin' work, no, I never call off Make the money twerk (Ooh) [Chorus] I can show a motherfucker how to ball out I can show a motherfucker how to work the plug I can show a motherfucker how to get— I can show a motherfucker how to get dropped Lost my bitch, now I'm back to sippin' Wock' I was high as fuck, took a trip to Little Rock [Verse] I was high as fuck, started shootin' up the block I was sixteen ridin' with a handgun Slide at your ho and she didn't get enough Money come fast and a nigga handsome Racks, racks, racks, that's a fuckin' anthem Yeah, I built a fanbase, I built a fandom My pockets eatin' good likе Fanum My pockets dumb fat, nigga, and some But don't say nothin', I'm duckin' from 12 I was just catchin', chasin' a mil' What you know about chasin' a mil'? What you know about fuckin' bad hoes at thе crib? What you know about catchin' a kill? What you know about gettin' fried 'til you can't feel? What you know about takin' niggas' bitches? I wasn't a regular kid on Christmas I had an AP5 on my wishlist What is that nasty flow? Make you sick, sick I need a ratchet ho, hella thick, thick Runnin' on Actavis, I'm addicted Pull out a hunnid' all for this fit pic' Hella gas in this bitch like QuikTrip And these shows had me take a quick trip Touch her booty, give me a nip-slip I'm a rockstar, feel just like Slipknot Slap the piss out a nigga, Chris Rock Gen5 wife, no, I hold a big Glock Smith & Wesson, no, you ain't gettin' far This ain't your beef, nigga, don't you get involved Every nigga dyin', I make the ceiling fall Call 12, ain't tellin' shit we saw Raise Hell if you gon' piss me off This that spooky shit, scary shit (Nah) Run him down, take his shit (Yeah) Hunnid' rounds, extended clips (Nah) Big guns and tinted whips (Yeah) Break it down, finish it I'm a young nigga, care 'bout these dividends Know some bitches fuck with me for benefits I'm the G.O.A.T., no, don't think that you listenin' I be standing on all of my businesses [Chorus] I can show a motherfucker how to ball out I can show a motherfucker how to work the plug I can show a motherfucker how to get— I can show a motherfucker how to get dropped Lost my bitch, now I'm back to sippin' Wock' I was high as fuck, took a trip to Little Rock [Outro] I was high as fuck tryna make you a star (Lost myself and it feel like I won't get far) I was high as fuck tryna make sure you straight (I was high as fuck tryna make sure you straight) Lost myself, I overworked it too hard I was high as fuck tryna take you on dates (I should've never did none of that shit, bro) Out my mind, how I let things go this way? Think I'm gon' lie? I'll say it to your face (Oh no, oh no, oh no) (Oh, my God, I can't go on, oh no, no) (In my soul, in my soul, in my s—)

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