In this playful collaboration, two of hip-hop's most dynamic voices come together to celebrate their success while maintaining their unique personalities. The track explores themes of luxury, fame, and romantic encounters through clever soccer references (particularly to Lionel Messi) and boastful declarations. Both artists emphasize their high-profile status and material success, from land ownership to designer clothes, while navigating relationships with potential romantic interests. The recurring motif of being "high-profile" suggests a certain isolation that comes with fame, yet there's an underlying confidence in their position. The PlayStation references and "ducking off from the world" hint at seeking moments of escape from the spotlight. Despite their success, they maintain their authenticity and independence, refusing to be "for sale" or compromising their values. The song balances braggadocio with self-awareness, creating a memorable anthem about maintaining identity while enjoying the fruits of success.
The Hillbillies
Lyrics
(We can't see from here right now)
I don't buy much, I buy land, bro
Cologne, Germany (send it off from here)
Four McDonalds, every time I land, bro
Big Jay Rock's in both hands, bro, and all that
And I'm best-dressed, movin' forward, yeah
Tiny Taz Arn', yeah, all that, Compton Cowboy, all that
Yeah, big protein, one-hundred and fifty grams of protein (uh)
Y'all gotta stop playin', bro, I swear, bro
Uh, we gon' fuck up the world
Excuse me, but is that your girl?
If she tell, that's a good referral
Heebee-jeebie talk crazy to me, but Kendrick know I like irregular girls
I'm not good with the regular girls, damn near want a veteran girl
I just might change your life, we ain't wearin' no Giuseppe jeans
We ain't doin' none of normal things, do you know what formal means?
Critics sayin' that I lost the plot, principles, yeah, I'd rather not
Messi, 'bout to come in hot (please don't live in-, please don't live in fear)
'Dot, uh, we gon' fuck up the world
Excuse me, but is that your girl? Didn't mean to possess your girl
Baby, I'm high-profile, don't ever tell 'em you met me, girl
They gon' think that you rep me, girl
5'7", I'm Messi, girl
I'ma pass you to Neymar
He got time for your bestie, girl
Niggas know that I'm best-dressed, too high-profile to access
I ain't even gotta fact check
All I'm wearin' is Wales Bonner
Feelin' good, I might wear no-
Matter of fact, let's stay platonic
I just fucked, ain't that ironic?
You can pick the bunk or bed
Either way, I'ma want some head
Messi live through me instead
We grew up 'round triflin' hoes
You ain't did nothin' that I don't know
It's cool, baby, I'm too high-pro', I'm Baby Keem, I wouldn't call it close
Messi, get them girls off the stage
'Cause somebody's gonna get taken
Somebody's gonna invade on a one on one conversation
I'm ducked off from the world, I'm immersed in the PlayStation (please don't live in, please don't live in fear)
And I ain't worried 'bout her, it's a thousand hers out waitin'
We gon' fuck up the world
Excuse me, but is that your girl?
Didn't mean to possess your girl
Baby, I'm high-profile, don't ever tell 'em you met me, girl
They gon' think that you rep me, girl
5'7", I'm Messi, girl
Famous, but I'm not for sale, why you tryna possess me, girl?
I mean, you know what upset me, girl
It was like that when you met me, girl
'Cause he'll put you in princess shoes
Elevate you, respect you too
Here's ten K, I'm in a sexy mood
Don't let the homies touch you, move
Yeah, niggas know that I'm best-dressed
Wear Martine when I board jets
They sardines and I'm big fish, eat caviar when I'm depressed
Take selfies, I'm in Czech Republic, Cornell, he gon' check the budget
Borrowed two million from my cousin, never gave it back, 'cause it's nothin'
Fuck it (yeah), new devotions (uh-huh)
Huh, keepin' focus, starship, is that a foreign? (A foreign?)
Huh, she's organic, skin is glowin', my heart is goin' (like wow)
Split personality, two phones, two emotions (like how?)
Girl, you get the notion (aroused), it's not hard to notice (yeah, yeah)
That's a deep, deep, deep, deep, deep ocean (that twat)
Shawty said she's celibate, I'ma keep hopin' (she's not)
Shawty say she in love with me, I'ma be open (I'll try)
Messi, get them girls off the stage, 'cause somebody's gonna get taken
Somebody's gonna invade on a one on one conversation
I'm ducked off from the world, I'm immersed in the PlayStation
And I ain't worried 'bout her, it's a thousand hers out waitin'
(Send it off from here right now, here right now)
(And free your mind)
Writer(s): Angus James Fairbairn, Brandon John Burton, Giane Chenheu, Hykeem Jamaal Carter Jr., James Stack, Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon, Kacy Anne Hill, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Robert Christopher Moose
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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