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The narrator paints a stark picture of a life driven by the relentless pursuit of money, where relationships are transactional and danger is a constant companion. The opening lines immediately establish a tone of detachment and suspicion, with the narrator questioning the intentions of those around them and asserting their own lack of engagement with superficial "dat." This isn't about casual interaction; it's about survival and profit, underscored by the imagery of a "Glock in his face" and an "Unc' outside, he ready to slide." The narrator feels a constant pressure, both external from demands for money and internal from the need to keep grinding. The central tension lies between the narrator's desire for financial security and the emotional emptiness that comes with it. They explicitly state, "She askin' for money, I know she don't love me," highlighting a cynical understanding of relationships. The repeated phrase "for a check" in reference to sexual acts and the narrator's own declaration, "I just walked out the bank, I don't wanna have sex," reveal a transactional worldview where intimacy is either bought or bypassed in favor of accumulating wealth. This creates a sense of isolation, even amidst the hustle. A striking element of the craft is the juxtaposition of street hustle with aspirational branding and financial success. The narrator boasts about "Gucci friends" and making "5K" and "50K" quickly, but this luxury is tinged with discomfort, as "sumthang hurtin' my eyes." The comparison to Rich Homie Quan "when he slept on the couch" suggests a past of hardship that fuels the current drive, while the rapid financial gains are described with a sense of almost surreal speed, "hit like Andele." This contrast between the gritty reality of the trap and the dazzling, yet perhaps hollow, rewards of wealth is a key to the song's emotional weight. Ultimately, the lyrics resonate because they capture a raw, unvarnished perspective on ambition and its costs. The narrator's directness about their motivations – "I grind for dis shit," "I just want me sum money" – cuts through any pretense. The constant movement, from LA back to the South, and the emphasis on making money "coast to coast," suggests a life in perpetual motion, driven by necessity and a deep-seated need to escape a past of struggle. The closing lines, "Goin' through shit, I'm just lettin' it out. Dat bag comin', I be sellin' it out," encapsulate this ethos of resilience and relentless economic activity.

RXKNephew - Rap, New York Rap

Only Mines

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[Intro] [?] [Chorus] Baby, I'm not really on dat. Honestly, girl, where the door at? (Door at?) You talk how you talk, where your pole at? Glock in his face, he ain't on dat (On dat) Unc' outside, he ready to slide Gucci friends on me, sumthang hurtin' my eyes (Hurtin' my eyes) Leave me alone, Neph, tryna get high (Tryna get high) Auntie don't pay shit, fuck on my mind (Yeah) Thumped through the phone, where's the money? (Where's the money?) She askin' for money, I know shе don't love me (I know she don't lovе me) I grind for dis shit, don't be thinkin' it's funny (Thinkin' it's funny) I should get tested, I just want me sum money (Want me sum money) Lil' mama bend it over for a check Lil' mama hit dat head for a check Show her 'em blues, she breakin' her neck I just walked out the bank, I don't wanna have sex (?) I'm countin' my money, don't fuck up the count Feel like Rich Homie Quan when he slept on the couch Goin' through shit, I'm just lettin' it out. Dat bag comin', I be sellin' it out (Yea!) [Verse] Left LA, went back to the South Had to get out Ohio, the bitch had me gone Had to hit it with cut, the dope too strong. Walked out the house and made 5K (Yeah!) Sat in the house and made 50K. Direct deposit, hit like Andele Walk in, toss, move like Sade Left pocket, look like I hit four parlays I came to trap, I ain't here to parlay Drove coast to coast, put dat car away (Car away) Made 500,000, moved far away, (yeah!), bitch think she in good hands like Allstate She gon' eat dick til' her jaw break I'm trappin', baby girl, get out my face Strip at night, sell pussy during the day. I trap at night, girl, during the day (Yeah) Nigga fell in love with a pretty face. Fell in love, trap, I'm still here to dis day She know I'm not love her, but I'm out the way Before I'm back to the streets, I'll be back to the bank (Yeah!) [Chorus] Baby, I'm not really on dat. Honestly, girl, where the door at? (Door at?) You talk how you talk, where your pole at? Glock in his face, he ain't on dat (On dat) Unc' outside, he ready to slide Gucci friends on me, sumthang hurtin' my eyes (Hurtin' my eyes) Leave me alone, Neph, tryna get high (Tryna get high) Auntie don't pay shit, fuck on my mind (Yeah) Thumped through the phone, where's the money? (Where's the money?) She askin' for money, I know she don't love me (I know she don't love me) I grind for dis shit, don't be thinkin' it's funny (Thinkin' it's funny) I should get tested, I just want me sum money (Want me sum money) Lil' mama bend it over for a check Lil' mama hit dat head for a check Show her 'em blues, she breakin' her neck I just walked out the bank, I don't wanna have sex [?] I'm countin' my money, don't fuck up the count Feel like Rich Homie Quan when he slept on the couch Goin' through shit, I'm just lettin' it out. Dat bag comin', I be sellin' it out [Refrain] Had to get out Ohio, the bitch had me gone Walked out the house and made 5K (Yea!) Direct deposit, hit like Andele Left pocket, look like I hit four parlays Drove coast to coast, put dat car away (Car away) [Outro] Yeah

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