This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Huh, turn the headphones up
I mean just a- yeah, yeah, you good
Let me turn these lights off
Let me fire up this cookie real quick
You know how we get it
Can’t find my lighter though migos
Young rich niggas
Young niggas been doing real boss shit
They know where they got this shit from
Came in the game kicking doors, fucking hoes
And rocking gold (Don't act like you don't
Know that shit nigga)
Now our pockets swoled (big racks)
Been having hoes (havin')
Been having niggas on go (havin')
For real (woop) ask about it
I’ma put on for my city (North)
You gon’ put on for these bitches
Young nigga I came from nothing
And now I’m at parties with Diddy
See at first they didn’t believe me
Now this shit coming way too easy
I’m with a paid assassin
Run to the money, we dashing (go get it)
We the ones came up with dabbing
We put ‘em on trap fashion
I made a play out in Athens
I’m whipping up Kylie Kardashian
Same niggas see me having
Used to be the same niggas laughing
Now my palm itching now my palms itching
Came from bomb pitching
My mama be the witness free my convicts
That took a long sentence
All my niggas came from the north
They born menace ay, ay, no Kanye
I walk in the trap, play with yay
Bao, bao, bao
Ra ra rao watch what you mu’fuckers say
(shhh) call up the lean, pour an eight
Then pop an eight, tray tray
Then I fill a Backwood
The cookies it came from the Bay
Bitch, I came from the trap
Take her phone, she wanna snap
I don’t get no sleep, I just take naps
I look out the peep, 12 at the trap
I look out my peep, 12 at the trap
Ay, my nigga gon’ run with that sack
Ay, my nigga gon’ flush that lil pack
I jump out the window then forty yard dash
That’s the shit I used to do in the past
Now we through playing, we playing with cash
Droppin my top just to dump out the ash
Wrestle with work like my name Kevin Nash
Let me take it back just for two minutes
Fourteens and the nines, had tools in it
And you notice that it didn’t have windows
That the first fucking million dollar bando
Some niggas came in the
Game dancing but Migos
You know we came in with the fashion
Ain’t talking ‘bout Donatella but we the
Most underrated rappers reppin’ and havin’
My niggas have a 30 plus a
30 in the vicinity literally
(so that’s a 60)
I would give you names of these Migos clones
But it’s every rapper in the industry
(literally) and they wanna know why
We pressing these niggas
They don’t let us in they facility
Cause if you ask me I feel like I should
Get a percentage the way they be stealing me
Elmo, these niggas they tickle me
Drink codeine and trap out the embassy
Mama said niggas’ll envy me
Behind the lot shootin’ at my enemies
Quavo got Kylie, well I got that Kimberly
Drinking codeine
Moving slow like a centipede
We brought that flow back
When niggas didn’t know
People compare Migos to Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
I put my blood sweat and tears in the game
And I still got more years so
I bet they’ll remember me
All of these niggas they
Trying to rap nowadays
When I start spitting I ball
Cause it’s inner me
Remember taking trips in the Infinity
Looking for gold, electronics, or Benjamin’s
(hot, hot) , the block is sizzling
Gotta stay low key cause witnesses snitching
Who the fuck told ‘em north
Side wasn’t the trenches?
These niggas bitches
They want some attention
Niggas get put in detention
It ain’t my fault, nigga, it’s your decision
No presents up under your christmas tree
Cause I am the Grinch, stole christmas
Wonder why your children not watching Disney
Cause Migos we making a history
I bought twenty pints of Activis
You think I’m sellin’ em
But that’s just for me to sip it
If you don’t believe me you can ask Quavo
Matter fact Offset was right there with me
Offset!
History repeat it'self, I got locked up again
I came home to the Benjamin’s
As a young nigga they always envied me
You copy my dab, you lil niggas are mini-me’s
My necklace it cost me a brick a piece
Fuck the bitch so good I
Make the bitch’ knees weak
Dropped the top off the Bentley
It’s up to me
I sat on a milly while I was in custody
Picked up my stick, hundred rounds in my clip
Double cup of Actavis, I pour a couple zips
I’m that same nigga that jumped in the VIP
Lot of niggas pussy ‘cause they
Know that I’m a killer
Made a couple million
But the bricks up in the rental
We was in the bando, trapping, capping
I remember i really beat the nigga
Caught a pussy nigga stealing
Get hit with that stick and I
Bet you gon’ feel it
Pull up in Maseratis, where my ceiling
I see a nigga plotting, where my semi
I can whip me up a brick in a minute
Throw on Margiela one day, then Givenchy
Got the game in submission
Your bitch in my kitchen
Don’t care ‘bout no ho cause
That money my mission
Chill Will want a body
His finger been itching
And my Ferrari got bricks by the engine
Don’t fuck with no rappers
These fuck niggas bitches
I’m not being friendly
I don’t want to kick it
Didn’t write no letter
You niggas ain’t visit
I took a plea, I said fuck it, I did it
YRN 2, nigga listen up, hear it
We back on our shit
You can’t fuck with us period
I see a million when I’m in the mirror
Get hit with the Glock and
I scrape off the serial
Hop in the Lamb, hit the gas, hit the gear
I got a shooter with me, he right here
I got your bitch suck my dick, on my Lear
Police be watching me like a premiere
Put that lil bitch on some molly
She ride on my dick like a trolley
All of my cars are exotic
Knock a nigga off, don’t get indicted
I mean just a- yeah, yeah, you good
Let me turn these lights off
Let me fire up this cookie real quick
You know how we get it
Can’t find my lighter though migos
Young rich niggas
Young niggas been doing real boss shit
They know where they got this shit from
Came in the game kicking doors, fucking hoes
And rocking gold (Don't act like you don't
Know that shit nigga)
Now our pockets swoled (big racks)
Been having hoes (havin')
Been having niggas on go (havin')
For real (woop) ask about it
I’ma put on for my city (North)
You gon’ put on for these bitches
Young nigga I came from nothing
And now I’m at parties with Diddy
See at first they didn’t believe me
Now this shit coming way too easy
I’m with a paid assassin
Run to the money, we dashing (go get it)
We the ones came up with dabbing
We put ‘em on trap fashion
I made a play out in Athens
I’m whipping up Kylie Kardashian
Same niggas see me having
Used to be the same niggas laughing
Now my palm itching now my palms itching
Came from bomb pitching
My mama be the witness free my convicts
That took a long sentence
All my niggas came from the north
They born menace ay, ay, no Kanye
I walk in the trap, play with yay
Bao, bao, bao
Ra ra rao watch what you mu’fuckers say
(shhh) call up the lean, pour an eight
Then pop an eight, tray tray
Then I fill a Backwood
The cookies it came from the Bay
Bitch, I came from the trap
Take her phone, she wanna snap
I don’t get no sleep, I just take naps
I look out the peep, 12 at the trap
I look out my peep, 12 at the trap
Ay, my nigga gon’ run with that sack
Ay, my nigga gon’ flush that lil pack
I jump out the window then forty yard dash
That’s the shit I used to do in the past
Now we through playing, we playing with cash
Droppin my top just to dump out the ash
Wrestle with work like my name Kevin Nash
Let me take it back just for two minutes
Fourteens and the nines, had tools in it
And you notice that it didn’t have windows
That the first fucking million dollar bando
Some niggas came in the
Game dancing but Migos
You know we came in with the fashion
Ain’t talking ‘bout Donatella but we the
Most underrated rappers reppin’ and havin’
My niggas have a 30 plus a
30 in the vicinity literally
(so that’s a 60)
I would give you names of these Migos clones
But it’s every rapper in the industry
(literally) and they wanna know why
We pressing these niggas
They don’t let us in they facility
Cause if you ask me I feel like I should
Get a percentage the way they be stealing me
Elmo, these niggas they tickle me
Drink codeine and trap out the embassy
Mama said niggas’ll envy me
Behind the lot shootin’ at my enemies
Quavo got Kylie, well I got that Kimberly
Drinking codeine
Moving slow like a centipede
We brought that flow back
When niggas didn’t know
People compare Migos to Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
I put my blood sweat and tears in the game
And I still got more years so
I bet they’ll remember me
All of these niggas they
Trying to rap nowadays
When I start spitting I ball
Cause it’s inner me
Remember taking trips in the Infinity
Looking for gold, electronics, or Benjamin’s
(hot, hot) , the block is sizzling
Gotta stay low key cause witnesses snitching
Who the fuck told ‘em north
Side wasn’t the trenches?
These niggas bitches
They want some attention
Niggas get put in detention
It ain’t my fault, nigga, it’s your decision
No presents up under your christmas tree
Cause I am the Grinch, stole christmas
Wonder why your children not watching Disney
Cause Migos we making a history
I bought twenty pints of Activis
You think I’m sellin’ em
But that’s just for me to sip it
If you don’t believe me you can ask Quavo
Matter fact Offset was right there with me
Offset!
History repeat it'self, I got locked up again
I came home to the Benjamin’s
As a young nigga they always envied me
You copy my dab, you lil niggas are mini-me’s
My necklace it cost me a brick a piece
Fuck the bitch so good I
Make the bitch’ knees weak
Dropped the top off the Bentley
It’s up to me
I sat on a milly while I was in custody
Picked up my stick, hundred rounds in my clip
Double cup of Actavis, I pour a couple zips
I’m that same nigga that jumped in the VIP
Lot of niggas pussy ‘cause they
Know that I’m a killer
Made a couple million
But the bricks up in the rental
We was in the bando, trapping, capping
I remember i really beat the nigga
Caught a pussy nigga stealing
Get hit with that stick and I
Bet you gon’ feel it
Pull up in Maseratis, where my ceiling
I see a nigga plotting, where my semi
I can whip me up a brick in a minute
Throw on Margiela one day, then Givenchy
Got the game in submission
Your bitch in my kitchen
Don’t care ‘bout no ho cause
That money my mission
Chill Will want a body
His finger been itching
And my Ferrari got bricks by the engine
Don’t fuck with no rappers
These fuck niggas bitches
I’m not being friendly
I don’t want to kick it
Didn’t write no letter
You niggas ain’t visit
I took a plea, I said fuck it, I did it
YRN 2, nigga listen up, hear it
We back on our shit
You can’t fuck with us period
I see a million when I’m in the mirror
Get hit with the Glock and
I scrape off the serial
Hop in the Lamb, hit the gas, hit the gear
I got a shooter with me, he right here
I got your bitch suck my dick, on my Lear
Police be watching me like a premiere
Put that lil bitch on some molly
She ride on my dick like a trolley
All of my cars are exotic
Knock a nigga off, don’t get indicted
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YRN 2 Intro Lyrics as written by
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