Pres and Jake talk about "For Sure" and why this seemingly surface-level song contains a critical message. The boys dive deep into the subject of "do lyrics matter today in rap" and talk about how they are navigating through creative industries 2024. Thank you so much for tuning in and make sure to follow us to get updated when new episodes drop! (on the 15th of every month!)
Song: "For Sure"
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Lyrics:
I ain’t even really nice no more
Talking all that shit and then they fight so poor
Always telling what they’d like to score
Think I’m supposed to hit ‘em with a nice for sure
Hope somebody tell ‘em life’s too short
To only talk about it and not fight for more
Well I guess I better write some more
Everybody gonna want my life, for sure
What the- where the fuck these people been at
I was really hoping someone let ‘em know
That the only thing that’s keeping ‘em from growth
Is the ego, I ain’t saying let it go
‘Cause mine been getting seen when it need to
On the scene getting lethal
I been keeping every single dream on a need-to-know
Accordingly, where the proceeds will go
I heard your favorite’s CD but I think it got some ED
Bro believe me, that shit isn’t hard and couldn’t ever last
I don’t pop no pills, I’m only tripping off of weed
Because the worst that I could tweak is losing footing on the grass
People always yelling at me but they pull up with their hands out
Really ran out but looking for a pass
This for all the people claiming that I’m using autotune
And singing on my tracks ‘cause I couldn’t really rap
I ain’t even really nice no more
Talking all that shit and then they fight so poor
Always telling what they’d like to score
Think I’m supposed to hit ‘em with a nice for sure
Hope somebody tell ‘em life’s too short
To only talk about it and not fight for more
Well I guess I better write some more
Everybody gonna want my life, for sure
But you don’t want it now, look around, I’m surrounded
A laundry list of problems to the ground that’s compounding
Just like my worth, they show some nerve by claiming I just found this
It took me 7 years and a whole ton of plot twists
Sometimes I can’t write no fucking lines, I’m just doubting
Glad to say that this ain’t one of those times, I ain’t stopping
Your music like some wired earbuds, shit is not it
Don’t know who the fuck you thought you was, but you not him
That’s a-
That’s a fact
Ain’t waiting ‘till they find us, I’ma put us on the map
I step out every 8th like my foot is on the gas
You sending me a open’s like a rookie up at bat
You think it’s hitting but it’s not, my boy
I got this good from a million fucking shots, my boy
200-millimeter lens to the top, my boy
I’m pulling focus, you ain’t fucking up my shot, my boy
I’m on auto-go mode, with go pros
With no pros, just bozos that don’t know
Will bro blow with no hope he won’t though
So bro dope he know so he showboats
This a Yachty type-beat, shit I know
I’m always giving love, but the scene is not though
Pops you’re not gonna believe it, watch close
And tell ‘em in my doc I was a fiend for plot growth
I ain’t even really nice no more
Talking all that shit and then they fight so poor
Always telling what they’d like to score
Think I’m supposed to hit ‘em with a nice for sure
Hope somebody tell ‘em life’s too short
To only talk about it and not fight for more
Well I guess I better write some more
Everybody gonna want my life, for sure