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.
Yeah, ooh
You n****s know what time it is?
It's time for that gangsta s***
We ain't got s*** to live for
You either headed for the pen
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for
I make a million out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop
I treat a dollar like a mill, countin' every bill
'Cause if I don't watch mine another muthaf***a will
I went double but I still tuck the s****
I'm the truth, why the f*** you think 50 cut the deal
Rollin' in a bag of * when you cut the seal
When I bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville
I ain't never had a pop, poppa never had a son
Nobody to go get, so I ain't never run
They chat behind my back but they quiet when I come
They treat a lil' n**** like a giant with a gun
I walk with a swagger like I always had money
'Cause I know, they rather see my black a** bummy
Ain't nuthin' funny just a whole lotta anger
Mind of a leader, drama of a gang banger
If a n**** come on property I ain't gonna call
There'll be a splatter on ya shirt and it ain't paint ball
We ain't got s*** to live for
You either headed for the pen
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for
I make a million out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop
I don't follow no rules I'm gettin' in here with the t***
And if I don't, we gonn' burn this muthaf***a down
I'm comin' through swingin' like they do in H-Town
And I roll down the window and spin ya b**** face around
I'm a stunna, hoggin' up the lane like the Hummer
Till the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer
Even the broke n**** can't afford to go to sleep
F*** around and get ya head p****** all over the street
And I ain't got nuthin' for 'em but the heat
My lil' brother want jewelry and Jordan's on his feet
Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin' the beat
And if it wasn't for rappin', I'd have ya daughter on the street
I been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had it
Now n****s die in the car, my whole whip had it
I worked too hard to let a n**** have it
So I pack the A******** for the sideline static, yeah
We ain't got s*** to live for
You either headed for the pen
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for
I make a million out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop
You n****s know what time it is?
It's time for that gangsta s***
We ain't got s*** to live for
You either headed for the pen
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for
I make a million out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop
I treat a dollar like a mill, countin' every bill
'Cause if I don't watch mine another muthaf***a will
I went double but I still tuck the s****
I'm the truth, why the f*** you think 50 cut the deal
Rollin' in a bag of * when you cut the seal
When I bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville
I ain't never had a pop, poppa never had a son
Nobody to go get, so I ain't never run
They chat behind my back but they quiet when I come
They treat a lil' n**** like a giant with a gun
I walk with a swagger like I always had money
'Cause I know, they rather see my black a** bummy
Ain't nuthin' funny just a whole lotta anger
Mind of a leader, drama of a gang banger
If a n**** come on property I ain't gonna call
There'll be a splatter on ya shirt and it ain't paint ball
We ain't got s*** to live for
You either headed for the pen
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for
I make a million out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop
I don't follow no rules I'm gettin' in here with the t***
And if I don't, we gonn' burn this muthaf***a down
I'm comin' through swingin' like they do in H-Town
And I roll down the window and spin ya b**** face around
I'm a stunna, hoggin' up the lane like the Hummer
Till the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer
Even the broke n**** can't afford to go to sleep
F*** around and get ya head p****** all over the street
And I ain't got nuthin' for 'em but the heat
My lil' brother want jewelry and Jordan's on his feet
Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin' the beat
And if it wasn't for rappin', I'd have ya daughter on the street
I been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had it
Now n****s die in the car, my whole whip had it
I worked too hard to let a n**** have it
So I pack the A******** for the sideline static, yeah
We ain't got s*** to live for
You either headed for the pen
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for
I make a million out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop
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