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This track paints a grim picture of a cycle of violence, where aggression is met with more aggression. The narrator asserts their finality with phrases like "If I say it's on, it's final," immediately followed by a litany of weapons and a declaration of "Tit for tat, it's a dangerous cycle." This sets a tone of inescapable conflict, where retaliation is the only language spoken. The comparison to "Franklin, Trevor and Michael" suggests a chaotic, perhaps even nihilistic, approach to conflict, mirroring the destructive tendencies of those characters. The lyrics establish a world where violence is not just a means to an end, but a constant, pervasive state of being. The dominant tension lies between the narrator's assertion of control and the inherent lack of it within the described cycle. While they claim to be "on" and possess weapons like a ".44 and a rifle," the repeated emphasis on "dangerous cycle" and the consequences like "screams of pain" and "holding his guts" highlight the destructive, uncontrollable nature of their actions. The pursuit of a "title" and "coins" seems to be a hollow victory, overshadowed by the perpetual need for more violence and the constant threat of retaliation, as evidenced by the mention of "three shells" and the readiness to "do it with knives." A striking element of the craft is the juxtaposition of brutal violence with mundane or even sexual details. The graphic imagery of "swing my shank and tear up your vitals" or "a knife in his head" is interspersed with lines about "sucking on my balls" or not wanting "slop on my Jordans." This contrast creates a jarring effect, suggesting a desensitization to extreme violence, where it's normalized to the point of being discussed alongside casual sexual encounters or material possessions. The repeated phrase "how many times" further emphasizes the routine and almost performative nature of the violence, stripping it of any singular significance and reducing it to a repetitive, almost bored, activity. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics stems from their unflinching portrayal of a brutal reality and the specific, often shocking, details used to convey it. The narrator's detached tone, even when describing horrific acts like "a opp got bored and a car got torched," creates a chilling sense of inevitability. The final plea to "free my friends" grounds the abstract violence in a tangible consequence, reminding the listener that this cycle has real-world repercussions, even if the narrator claims "no remorse I'd do it again."

Sus - Rap, UK Drill

Franklin, Trevor and Michael

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[Intro] Traphouse Mob Ay, Mobz, that sounds wavey [Verse] If I say it's on, it's final Two shanks, .44 and a rifle Tit for tat, it's a dangerous cycle With S and S, that's my bros Coming like Franklin, Trevor and Micheal Swing my shank and tear up your vitals 4x4, gon' fuck up your spinal Golden boot, I done got the title Sh got sh, no chance of revival Peng-peng, ting, I sent her the eyeballs One week on she's sucking on my balls Hair tied back, she's taking it all in Don't get no slop on my Jordans Countless times I rid out of boredom Heard bare screams of pain when SY bored him Yo, no snoring Told my youngboy: "Get up and hit the shops in the morning" Don't act dumb, if you've been cautioned You ain't left an opp-boy crawling Holding his guts, tryna keep that all in Head in his hands, like, will bro live But hands on his head, tryna stop blood pouring (oh fuck) Ay, but hands on his head, tryna stop blood pouring 48 hours serving sales Now I got more coins than a wishing well We took his life, can't shed no light But I know he's a kuff and he's going hell The .44 run out of sweets But the .38 still got three shells But I don't care, I'll do it with knives But the dot-dot got 15 bells On the opp-block with A-Team lurking Searching, buck into opp, its curtains Chinged 'nuff man, my shank ain't a virgin Fuck that net ting, buck me in person I'm a problem and they know this Young G's chat, I ching up their olders Jump out cars and swing above shoulders Trip, fall over, it's game over Done it in brucked down, done it in sportscars Had a ZK that went through four opps In one ride I slid through four blocks Buck into cops, that ride get called off (going back) Aye likkleman cool off I ain't seen none of that smoke you talk of Done gripped .44 longs or sawn offs How many times BA beat corn off Look, run a man down for sport Way too quick but he still got caught How many 18 plates got bought A opp got bored and a car got torched In chest and high of course How many times have we chinged man thoughts? How many times * chinged man's head Back and chest, tryna leave man dead In AG I'm one of the best And in CT scored more than the rest Wait one sec, can't forget about S He done went Cres and put it in necks Took man's pack and he tried send threats Pulled up same day and two got cheffed Don't know how I get chat from Tempz His mum is a cat and his older's dead A minute ago I ran out of breath But Strika's fast and he swiped his legs You know what's next, a knife in his head With no remorse I'd do it again Aye free my friends BA, CK and H in the pen Aye free my friends BA, CK and H in the pen [Outro] Free my fucking friends Active Gxng

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Franklin, Trevor and Michael

Franklin, Trevor and Michael

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