This track paints a vivid picture of the rapper's journey through life and fame. The lyrics reflect his experiences, struggles, and triumphs in the music industry. He talks about his rise from obscurity to prominence, highlighting the material wealth he has amassed but also pointing out the emptiness that sometimes comes with it. He uses metaphors to express his constant pursuit for more - be it money, success or highs - while acknowledging that these may not always bring satisfaction. The recurring phrase "sign me up" suggests an eagerness to continue this journey despite its challenges. Ultimately, this song is a raw and honest reflection on the realities of fame and success in the music industry.
Clubhouse
Lyrics
(All the grams in the bag)
Yeah
(Real shit) Yeah
(New shit) Yeah
I done been through it all, every brick in the wall
Got a bitch I'ma call when I'm tryna fuck
You ain't shit to the God, need to get you a job
'Cause you live in the mall, bills pile up
I'ma chill in the spot with a spliff, I been lifted a lot
But I still ain't high enough
All the mills that I got, couple whips in the lot
There's a list to the top, you could sign me up
Yeah, you could sign me up
Sign me up
They can't bring me down, can't hold me down, can't bring me down (yeah)
Sign me up
Can't burn me down, can't hold me down, can't bring me down with you
Yeah
Above ground, 'bout thirty thou' miles up
Tell the bitch, "Slow down," like dial-up
She go down first and she climbin' up
Wanna let me cut, tell her, "Line it up"
Little bit much, I'm a wild one (woo)
All I do is fuck hoes, drink tiger blood (yummy)
Since I came in the game, they been sour
I'm the plug, get your motherfuckin' power up
Mind your business (you in my office)
And I go get it (I need all it)
I stay lifted, smokin', sippin'
Fixes fixin' all my problems (yeah)
I done been through it all, every brick in the wall
Got a bitch I'ma call when I'm tryna fuck
You ain't shit to the God, need to get you a job
'Cause you live in the mall, bills pile up
I'ma chill in the spot with a spliff, I been lifted a lot
But I still ain't high enough
All the mills that I got, couple whips in the lot
There's a list to the top, you could sign me up
Yeah, you could sign me up
Sign me up
They can't bring me down, can't hold me down, can't bring me down (yeah)
Sign me up
Can't burn me down, can't hold me down, can't bring me down with you
Yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh (woo), oh-oh-oh-oh (good mornin')
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I was a nobody, now my name's on the list
Couple ki's of uncut cocaine on the wrist
And I let my nuts hang on a bitch
All the money that we spend on champagne is ridiculous
And it is us, elixir in my cup
Give the bitches drugs, a dick to suck
And I don't see why these kids wanna grow up to be just like me (yeah)
I was a nobody, now my name in they mouth
I came for a steak, but I left with the cow
And they hate when you great though
Ain't shit change but my checkin' account (Mac Milly)
I done been through it all, every brick in the wall
Got a bitch I'ma call when I'm tryna fuck
You ain't shit to the God, need to get you a job
'Cause you live in the mall, bills pile up
I'ma chill in the spot with a spliff, I been lifted a lot
But I still ain't high enough
All the mills that I got, couple whips in the lot
There's a list to the top, you could sign me up
Yeah, you could sign me up
Sign me up
They can't bring me down, can't hold me down, can't bring me down (yeah)
Sign me up
Can't burn me down, can't hold me down, can't bring me down with you
They can't bring me down, can't bring me down, can't bring me down with you
Ca-, you ca-, ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-can't bring me down
Writer(s): Ricci Riera, Adam King Feeney, Malcolm James McCormick, Axel Morgan
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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