Through raw and unfiltered street narratives, these Chicago artists paint a stark portrait of retaliatory violence and gang conflicts in their community. The song describes a cycle of revenge ("get back") where violence begets more violence, with references to drive-by shootings, police encounters, and the constant state of vigilance required to survive in their environment. The artists detail their readiness to retaliate against rivals, while also touching on deeper themes of loss, loyalty, and the toll of street life - including mentions of friends turning informants and the desire to live for their children. The track serves as both a warning to opponents and a document of the harsh realities faced by young people caught in cycles of urban violence. #DrillMusic #ChicagoRap #StreetCulture Note: This interpretation is provided for educational and analytical purposes only and does not endorse or promote violence.
Get Back
Lyrics
(Banger)
Uh
Slide, slide
Uh, uh, what?
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Couple killers, yeah, I know a few
Catch you lackin' and stand over you (boom, boom)
I got shorties lurkin', they tote .32s (yeah)
Put you on the news, ain't even finish school (grrah, grrah)
Hittin' blocks, always in the mood (what? Yeah)
Bust my inner tube tryna shoot at dude (damn, boom, boom)
We was ridin' on bikes tryna get a strike
Bitch-nigga, we been into it (boom, boom)
Fuck sports, I'ma stick to shootin' (uh)
See them niggas, just to get to shootin' (grrah, grrah)
Play it cool just to alley-oop 'em (what?)
Overkill, that's just how I do it (huh? Boom, boom)
I was smart, I know how they movin' (what?)
The world know how I'm groovin' (they know)
I sense some danger, I get to shootin' (boom, boom)
He blessed if he ain't get hit (on God)
I'm poppin' out at the night time (yeah)
Wearin' all black, it's the right time (it's the right time)
Switch on the Glock, got chalked, leave a white line (brrt)
Nigga play crazy and he dead on sight now (baow, baow)
Glock 29, nigga, we ain't tryna fight now (fight now)
Put it to his mouth, make him bite down (bite down)
If I call, they'll shoot it up right now (right now)
Glock 21, but it shootin' like Mike now (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Switch make a big nigga get down (get down)
You ain't on shit, nigga, sit down (sit down)
Nigga play crazy, get killed down (baow)
Lost some real niggas from that cloth that'll get down (get down)
Folks made a statement, it's signed, it's writ' down (damn)
Damn, my right-hand man, he a snitch now (he a snitch now)
Too many bodies, had to tell myself sit down (sit down)
Damn, nigga gotta live for the kids now (live for my kids now)
No kid shit, bitch-nigga get kidnapped (uh-huh)
Tough-ass nigga get bitch slapped (what?)
Opp-ass nigga, play crazy, get shit splat (boom)
We do this shit for the get back (get back)
If Von want him dead then the nigga gettin' gift-wrapped (what?)
Crossin' niggas out like it's tic-tac' (uh-huh)
Niggas writin' statements, hell nah, we ain't with that (nah)
It's the fast life, buckle up, sit back (uh-huh)
Lil' bitch, my name Dq and I shoot tools (Dq, boom-boom)
Walk up, what a nigga gon' do? (Uh-huh)
Yeah, bitch, and when we slide, we don't leave clues (uh-huh, skrrt)
'Cause a nigga gon' eat or be food
You knew me from school (what?)
Bitch, that don't mean we was cool (nah)
Always packin' tools (boom, boom)
Young wild nigga straight from that zoo (O'Block)
12 hit the spot, had to change it
Police tryna put me in the station
I was on the block, sellin' crack out the basement
If a opp pull up, then we chase 'em
God forgive me, I ain't tryna sin but I just lost a friend
I done cried so many damn tears, it's time to spin the Benz
If I miss, I'll spin again (I'll spin)
Can't catch him, catch his friend (his friend)
If not him, then catch next of kin (his kin)
We packed like Mexicans (boom, boom, boom)
I'm knockin', bitch, so let me in (why?)
Just bought a new FN (new FN)
If I pull up with that Bernie Mac (that what?)
Ain't askin' who you with (who you with, baow)
Couple killers, yeah, I know a few
Catch you lackin' and stand over you (boom, boom)
I got shorties lurkin', they tote .32s (yeah)
Put you on the news, ain't even finish school (grrah, grrah)
Hittin' blocks, always in the mood (what? Yeah)
Bust my inner tube tryna shoot at dude (damn, boom, boom, boom)
We was ridin' on bikes tryna get a strike
Bitch-nigga, we been into it (boom, boom)
Fuck sports, I'ma stick to shootin' (uh)
See them niggas, just to get to shootin' (grrah, grrah)
Play it cool just to alley-oop 'em (what?)
Overkill, that's just how I do it (huh? Boom, boom)
I was smart, I know how they movin' (what?)
The world know how I'm groovin' (they know)
I sense some danger, I get to shootin' (boom, boom)
He blessed if he ain't get hit
Writer(s): Dayvon Bennett
Copyright(s): Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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