Discover the poetic beauty in ‘By Any Means’ by 21 Savage. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 21 Savage or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Uh, I used to be trippin’ like a motherfucker (uh)
That’s ’cause I ain’t listen to a motherfucker
Used to take a Crush and pour a six up in that motherfucker
Ran it up and now I’m richer than a motherfucker
And I’m glistenin’ like a motherfucker
I say f*ck ’em all, ’cause they don’t got no love for us (they don’t got no love for us)
We way up top, I don’t see nobody but God above us (uh)
Get so high, I feel like I’m in the stars
Matter fact pull the Wraith out the garage
I just might f*ck around, buy eight cars
Know there’s gon’ only be one I’ma drive
I’m the one who made me everything I’ma be
Chose my role like the Wizard of Oz
Pop out, I look like a blizzard, my God
Look at my neck and my wrist, oh my God
This all the shit I worked hard and I prayed for
Know I deserve it, that’s word to y’all
Love all my fans and that’s word to y’all
Twenty a verse, yeah, you heard the ball
Been stackin’ and grindin’ and stackin’
And grindin’ and stackin’ and grindin’
‘Til some tell me Herb’ just ball
Ten thousand ones in the VIP watch it fall
Ain’t gon’ see only me shine watch us all
No I ain’t here all the time but they still show me love
So this bitch on my hip, watch your dog
Ain’t with that drunk shit we ain’t came to brawl
Ayy, you know lil’ bro lettin’ it all
Really it took me to stop ’em to keep ’em from droppin’
You should’ve just let ’em get off
Bitch, I go hard in the paint but I still’ll pop out
Start shootin’, I’m Steph and Gasol
They tryna copy my swag but they can’t keep up
They just gettin’ what’s left of the sauce
They like, “Damn, Swervo, what the f*ck? Why you keep switchin’ up?”
Ayy, I’m the king, right in this bitch, listen up (listen up)
And it ain’t cost nothin’ to get you hit up (hit up)
Get a nigga crib lit up (uh)
Walk up in his rib and up (uh)
Two to the head, the shakin’, he checkin’, he want you to live, get up
That’s the shit I live, it’s nothin’ (it’s nothin’)
I’m alive ’cause I don’t give a f*ck (f*ck)
You tryna slide it’s nothin’
I see homicide, it’s nothin’, they said he outside, he stuntin’
It’s 4:30 something, he on live, but bitch, we been ridin’ since 1
And we gon’ ride as one, we all goin’ down as one
Got three thirty clips, that’s a hunnid
Cops hate me, I ain’t say nothin’
Told ’em to suck it, f*ck ’em
Still in this shit, I ain’t duckin’
Worth too many millions
Foenem say get from around here, you trippin’, you buggin’
I’m just so used to thuggin’
Grip in this bitch, I’ma buck ’em
I’m with the ball, I’ma truck ’em
I gotta ball like the Rucker
Game on the line, I’ma snuck ’em, f*ck ’em (straight up)
Guess I’m a by-any-means type of motherfucker, uh (on God)
We not in the frat but step (21)
I got more stripes than a ref (on God)
The police behind, I left (straight up)
I’m runnin’ ’til I’m out of breath (on God)
I told ’em I needed some help (21)
They looked at me like they was deaf (on God)
We try to be like BMF (straight up)
But niggas is all for theyself (on God)
You get extorted for playin’ tough
Nigga, no cap, I was on the move, shots went off and my Glock had jammed up
We ain’t even makin’ no RIP post ’til we come hit a couple y’all mans up
I don’t even bring my niggas ’round rappers, I know they gon’ f*ck my face up
Know all my niggas gon’ take some
Say that you a dog, nigga, shake somethin’ (21)
Broad daylight, nigga, face on (straight up)
F*ck school, we was in the hood tryna make somethin’
You was with a bitch tryna cake somethin’ (on God)
Fix my plate but I ate somethin’
You was lookin’ for a reason so that you can hate somethin’ (21)
You can’t keep all of that shit bottled in, I wish yo’ lil’ pussy ass said somethin’ (pussy)
He dead, we slid (skrr)
We don’t give a f*ck ’bout your kids (on God)
My brother like Glocks and FN’s but Savage gon’ keep him a SIG (no cap)
The coroner thought he had a lace front on the way the Draco split his wig (straight up)
You a baby when it come to this gangsta shit, somebody come get this nigga a bib (pussy)
Pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy
Little pussy (little pussy)