In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
It's gravy, nigga, believe it
You hot? Fuck it
Hot as a firecracker (it's gravy too)
I got a MAC in this bag
So?
What you got?
Glock
Look
Nigga, I'ma tell you straight off the bat
I got a MAC in this bag with twenty grams of crack
And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac
Just in case I gotta snap off here right to the jets
If I don't know shit, I know cars and broads
I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off
And I done saw my nigga get life behind them bars
To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream "fuck 'em all"
I hustle hard in these city streets
I got my block on fire with my HB's
Spinnin' Benz, and these drop tops Double-R
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can find me
Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'
Got the whole motherfuckin' block loaded and smokin'
Nigga know one thing, its some uptown shit
If a nigga get it fucked, then we killin' a bitch
Nigga, I'ma tell you this, straight off the bat
I got a MAC in this bag, with twenty grams of crack
Well, let's go, nigga, see we can slide, nigga
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Well, let's go, nigga, let's slide, nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
Better pay attention now so you don't forget later
I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper
Don't make me take ya, play ya
I cock the Glock and spray ya
Call it a caper, won't be no As-salamu alaykum
And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and ready
Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known
I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone
Take one hit of the blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls
Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off
Lock the spot down, respect it young nigga, I'm takin' over
Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders
I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever
Nigga, it's whatever, tell your ma to call the reverend
You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed
Raps, plaques, and ki's, that's practically me
Nigga, I'ma tell you this, straight off the bat
I got a MAC in this bag, with twenty grams of crack
Well, let's go, nigga, see we can slide, nigga
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Well, let's go, nigga, let's slide, nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler
You can't even count how many times the 9's bust at ya
Some of the, niggas that you run with are, suckas, bruh
None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up in ya
Niggas can't hold me down, wodie wild
'Cause all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds
They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white
No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife
See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour
I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure
Niggas got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all song
But y'all gon' twist it and end up all gone
Dog-gone cocksuckers, you not thuggers
I pop dozens of Glocks, cousins, in my struggle
So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere
When I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya everywhere, nigga
Nigga, I'ma tell you this, straight off the bat
I got a MAC in this bag, with twenty grams of crack
Well, let's go, nigga, see we can slide, nigga
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Well, let's go, nigga, let's slide, nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
I'ma tell you this, straight off the bat
I got a MAC in this bag, with twenty grams of crack
Well, let's go, nigga, let's slide, nigga
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Well, let's go, nigga, let's slide, nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
It ain't no thing, nigga, fuck
You my dawg, nigga, fuck
I got crack and a gat
You got crack and a gat?
We gon' hold court with them people
'Cause I ain't goin' back
I'm a three time loser, fuck that shit
What about you, nigga?
Man, I'm tryna go for the first time
Let's do this though
We can ride, nigga, let's slide, nigga
Fuck on, nigga
Bend the corner right there
That look like lil' wodie, he want 'bout 3 zones
I got that
You hot? Fuck it
Hot as a firecracker (it's gravy too)
I got a MAC in this bag
So?
What you got?
Glock
Look
Nigga, I'ma tell you straight off the bat
I got a MAC in this bag with twenty grams of crack
And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac
Just in case I gotta snap off here right to the jets
If I don't know shit, I know cars and broads
I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off
And I done saw my nigga get life behind them bars
To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream "fuck 'em all"
I hustle hard in these city streets
I got my block on fire with my HB's
Spinnin' Benz, and these drop tops Double-R
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can find me
Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'
Got the whole motherfuckin' block loaded and smokin'
Nigga know one thing, its some uptown shit
If a nigga get it fucked, then we killin' a bitch
Nigga, I'ma tell you this, straight off the bat
I got a MAC in this bag, with twenty grams of crack
Well, let's go, nigga, see we can slide, nigga
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Well, let's go, nigga, let's slide, nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
Better pay attention now so you don't forget later
I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper
Don't make me take ya, play ya
I cock the Glock and spray ya
Call it a caper, won't be no As-salamu alaykum
And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and ready
Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known
I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone
Take one hit of the blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls
Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off
Lock the spot down, respect it young nigga, I'm takin' over
Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders
I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever
Nigga, it's whatever, tell your ma to call the reverend
You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed
Raps, plaques, and ki's, that's practically me
Nigga, I'ma tell you this, straight off the bat
I got a MAC in this bag, with twenty grams of crack
Well, let's go, nigga, see we can slide, nigga
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Well, let's go, nigga, let's slide, nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler
You can't even count how many times the 9's bust at ya
Some of the, niggas that you run with are, suckas, bruh
None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up in ya
Niggas can't hold me down, wodie wild
'Cause all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds
They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white
No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife
See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour
I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure
Niggas got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all song
But y'all gon' twist it and end up all gone
Dog-gone cocksuckers, you not thuggers
I pop dozens of Glocks, cousins, in my struggle
So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere
When I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya everywhere, nigga
Nigga, I'ma tell you this, straight off the bat
I got a MAC in this bag, with twenty grams of crack
Well, let's go, nigga, see we can slide, nigga
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Well, let's go, nigga, let's slide, nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
I'ma tell you this, straight off the bat
I got a MAC in this bag, with twenty grams of crack
Well, let's go, nigga, let's slide, nigga
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Well, let's go, nigga, let's slide, nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride, nigga
It ain't no thing, nigga, fuck
You my dawg, nigga, fuck
I got crack and a gat
You got crack and a gat?
We gon' hold court with them people
'Cause I ain't goin' back
I'm a three time loser, fuck that shit
What about you, nigga?
Man, I'm tryna go for the first time
Let's do this though
We can ride, nigga, let's slide, nigga
Fuck on, nigga
Bend the corner right there
That look like lil' wodie, he want 'bout 3 zones
I got that
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Let's Go Lyrics as written by Dwayne Carter Byron O. Thomas
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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