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.
We're gonna skip to one song
One song only
Aye I see you getting jiggy, Najah
Hey
Yeah yeah yeah yuh
Mr. Beretta, he back and he tearing up
The underground cause they say they can't hear enough
I'm steady working, you know that I'm tired
But I keep my balance, you know that I'm steering up
I do not play
No this isn't a game
Yeah I keep me a shooter like it's GTA
You hittas oppin', call you DNA
Yeah they call me Beretta, I'm never afraid
Like Mr. Beretta keep seven berettas
I'm playing, But I advise you keep your distance
Mess with my fam and I'll mess with your girl
Now she all on my body you know that I'm pimping
You different
You know that my music be hitting
They blast through your speakers, the whole world will listen
The "N" on my neck, yeah you know that it glisten
Like my future's bright and it is very vivid
You know I'm gifted
I'm tryna get to the bags and the jags
All the lanes I'mma switch in
Know that I'm ballin'
Don't call me Durant how my money so tall and I always be swishin'
Like your money's short
It's only inches
Away from the pain that you feel when you missing
The money, the power, the fame, and respect that you get when people start to see your position
I'm only 16, so they don't I'm valid enough to be on the charts but they chattin'
When this comes out I will be 18 all my dreams coming true
I'mma make the shit happen
You talking tough like you want static
You out of luck, I'll let you have it
All of this anger that I'm holding in, yeah you're gonna get hurt and I hope you could manage
Mr. Beretta, he back and he tearing up
The underground cause they say they can't hear enough
I'm steady working, you know that I'm tired
But I keep my balance, you know that I'm steering up
I do not play
No this isn't a game
Yeah I keep me a shooter like it's GTA
You hittas oppin' , call you DNA
Yeah they call me Beretta, I'm never afraid
Seven-O Beretta, yeah you know I'm getting cash
Why they always hating
Yeah I'm skirting in a jag
MCM, Nike Elite for the bag
Why they on my
Yeah yeah I'm popping tags
Ouu
He reversed it
Killing these hittas they in hearses
Shawty she bugging me for purses
Yeah
My hittas they be lurking
PTG coming for the murder
All on my body I'mma hurt her
Yeah they be talking I'mma hurt 'em (Blatt)
They be talking hot, I murk them (What else?)
Yeah you know that we be swerving (What else?)
Yeah you know that I be leaning (Skuh!)
Rocking red like I'm bleeding (Blatt, blatt)
Rocking red cause I'm the illest (Yeah)
Yeah they know that I'm the sickest
All my diamonds they gon' glisten (Ice!)
PTG yeah we be pimping (PTG!)
Baguetties on my neck, are you ready? (Baguettes)
Pull up on her steady
Now she deady (Ouu)
Yeah
No you can't hit me
No you can't touch me
Mr. Beretta you know I'm steady getting hunnids like (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh shit
The beat stopped
Beat dropped
Yeah
The beat popped
Yeah
Yeah
No No
No No
Yeah
Seven-O Beretta
One song only
Aye I see you getting jiggy, Najah
Hey
Yeah yeah yeah yuh
Mr. Beretta, he back and he tearing up
The underground cause they say they can't hear enough
I'm steady working, you know that I'm tired
But I keep my balance, you know that I'm steering up
I do not play
No this isn't a game
Yeah I keep me a shooter like it's GTA
You hittas oppin', call you DNA
Yeah they call me Beretta, I'm never afraid
Like Mr. Beretta keep seven berettas
I'm playing, But I advise you keep your distance
Mess with my fam and I'll mess with your girl
Now she all on my body you know that I'm pimping
You different
You know that my music be hitting
They blast through your speakers, the whole world will listen
The "N" on my neck, yeah you know that it glisten
Like my future's bright and it is very vivid
You know I'm gifted
I'm tryna get to the bags and the jags
All the lanes I'mma switch in
Know that I'm ballin'
Don't call me Durant how my money so tall and I always be swishin'
Like your money's short
It's only inches
Away from the pain that you feel when you missing
The money, the power, the fame, and respect that you get when people start to see your position
I'm only 16, so they don't I'm valid enough to be on the charts but they chattin'
When this comes out I will be 18 all my dreams coming true
I'mma make the shit happen
You talking tough like you want static
You out of luck, I'll let you have it
All of this anger that I'm holding in, yeah you're gonna get hurt and I hope you could manage
Mr. Beretta, he back and he tearing up
The underground cause they say they can't hear enough
I'm steady working, you know that I'm tired
But I keep my balance, you know that I'm steering up
I do not play
No this isn't a game
Yeah I keep me a shooter like it's GTA
You hittas oppin' , call you DNA
Yeah they call me Beretta, I'm never afraid
Seven-O Beretta, yeah you know I'm getting cash
Why they always hating
Yeah I'm skirting in a jag
MCM, Nike Elite for the bag
Why they on my
Yeah yeah I'm popping tags
Ouu
He reversed it
Killing these hittas they in hearses
Shawty she bugging me for purses
Yeah
My hittas they be lurking
PTG coming for the murder
All on my body I'mma hurt her
Yeah they be talking I'mma hurt 'em (Blatt)
They be talking hot, I murk them (What else?)
Yeah you know that we be swerving (What else?)
Yeah you know that I be leaning (Skuh!)
Rocking red like I'm bleeding (Blatt, blatt)
Rocking red cause I'm the illest (Yeah)
Yeah they know that I'm the sickest
All my diamonds they gon' glisten (Ice!)
PTG yeah we be pimping (PTG!)
Baguetties on my neck, are you ready? (Baguettes)
Pull up on her steady
Now she deady (Ouu)
Yeah
No you can't hit me
No you can't touch me
Mr. Beretta you know I'm steady getting hunnids like (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh shit
The beat stopped
Beat dropped
Yeah
The beat popped
Yeah
Yeah
No No
No No
Yeah
Seven-O Beretta
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
16 Bars, Pt. 2 Lyrics as written by Naquash Bent
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