This track juxtaposes personal struggles with material success, creating a poignant narrative of inner conflict and societal pressures. Kanye West reflects on familial issues, such as the impact of his father's financial troubles and his mother's passing, which have left an indelible mark on his psyche. The lyrics convey a sense of loss and disorientation, highlighting how these experiences have shaped his life trajectory. Desiigner's verses contrast this introspection by focusing on themes of wealth and street credibility, using vivid imagery to depict a life immersed in luxury and danger. The recurrent motif of "taking all the stacks" symbolizes both the pursuit of financial gain and the inherent risks involved. Ultimately, the song explores themes of liberation and entrapment, questioning whether true freedom can be achieved through material means or if it lies in confronting one's emotional scars.
Pt. 2
Lyrics
Faaaaaaaa (Perfect) faaaaaaaa
Faaaaaaaa faaaaaaaa
I told, I told, ayy ayy, I told you
Up in the mornin', miss you bad
Sorry I ain't call you back
Same problem my father had
All this time, all he had, all he had
And what he dreamed, all his cash
Market crashed, hurt him bad
People get divorced for that
Dropped some stacks, pops is good
Mama passed in Hollywood
If you ask, lost my soul
Drivin' fast, lost control
Off the road, jaw was broke
'Member we all was broke
'Member I'm comin' back
I'll be takin' all the stacks, oh
I got broads in Atlanta
Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta
Stacks, oh credit cards and the scammers
Hittin' off licks in the bando
Takin' all the stacks, oh black, Phantom
White looks like a panda stacks, oh
Going out like I'm Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black, Phantom white, panda
Pockets swole, Danny sellin' bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me
I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Hey)
I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Panda)
Panda, panda, panda, panda
Takin' all the stacks, oh
Panda, panda, panda stacks, oh
Takin' all the stacks, oh
I got broads in Atlanta
Twist the dope, lean and shit, sippin' Fanta
Stacks, oh credit cards and the scammers
Wake up Versace, shit like Desiigner
Takin' all the stacks, oh
Whole bunch of lavish shit
They be askin' 'round town
Who be clappin' shit
I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti
Whip look how I try this shit black, Phantom
White killin' on camera
My joy
How can I find you? Who do you turn to?
How do I bind you?
If I don't turn to you
No other help I know, I stretch my hands
Writer(s): Adnan Khan, Caroline Shaw, Cydel Young, Kanye West, Malik Yousef, Noah Goldstein, Pat Reynolds, Rick Rubin, Sidney Selby, TL Barrett
Copyright(s): Lyrics © THE BEST MUSIC COMPANY, SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC
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