In an audacious display of opulence and hedonism, the artist encapsulates the essence of his lifestyle. The lyrics reveal a narrative of late-night parties, conspicuous consumption, and unapologetic indulgence. The repeated phrase "I bet the neighbors know my name" serves as a metaphor for the artist's larger-than-life persona that cannot be contained within societal norms. Furthermore, references to luxury goods like Maybachs and Cuban links emphasize his financial success. However, it is not devoid of introspection; there are subtle hints at complex familial relationships and struggles inherent in his journey to stardom. Essentially, this piece is a vivid portrayal of the dichotomy between fame's allure and its harsh realities.
Neighbors Know My Name
Lyrics
Six in the morning, police at my door
Fresh red bottoms 'cross the bathroom floor
Party last night with a couple of hoes (Tony)
I had some niggas doing molly and some bitches doing coke
I bet the neighbors know my name, they call me, "Oh fuck, oh shit" (shit)
From my hotel suite you see the ocean, ocean (yeah, yeah)
Put her on the 42, it had her posin', posin' (jheeze)
I'ma leave the door unlocked in case her close friend walk in (Tony)
Oh, she a baddie, baddie (baddie), and she got a fatty, fatty (fatty)
And she call me Daddy, she don't even call her daddy Daddy (true)
You know I bought her a Cuban link and a bracelet that match it (match it)
That's right I'm rich and ratchet, she got a fat transfer, no plastic (woo)
Whatever necessary, got more heart than February (heart)
Maybach so big it came with an office, where the secretary? (Where?)
I had that Act' up in my cup, same color elderberry
I'm known to hit the right spot, I know the neighbors hear it (Tony)
I bet the neighbors know my name, they call me, "Oh fuck, oh shit" (I'm the shit)
From my hotel suite you see the ocean, ocean (yeah, yeah)
Put her on the 42, it had her posin', posin' (jheeze)
I'ma leave the door unlocked in case her close friend walk in, yeah (boom, boom, boom)
I like Mr. No One
Poppin' time
First done geeked it up
Poppin' time
That my cousin
Who I'm some kin to, my blood (on the, uh, futon tip)
And this my family (you hear me?)
Dialing them niggas, bruh
Hey, bruh, I'm stuck between two walls, bruh
Ay, you need not to be there, man, that shit was nasty, bruh
I'm stuck between two walls, bruh (if I was staying on the futon)
This my family, this my c-, blood, and this my family (that shit would never happen)
It's different between blood and family out here in these streets
You know that right?
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, 30318 MUSIC PUB, Downtown Music Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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