Discover the poetic beauty in ‘LAND OF THE FREAKS’ by 2 Chainz. 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 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Dat Boy Cassius
Nonstop
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the braves
Land of the freaks
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the braves
Land of the freaks
Got so many cars, I’m like “what I need to be here for?” (Yeah)
Got so much money, I’m like “what I’m gon’ pretend for?” (Yeah)
Hundred dollar bills with no motherfuckin’ billfold (no)
And you know I’m kickin’ shit like a fuckin’ field goal (no)
Yeah, gold, all on my picket (damn)
Yeah, gold, all on my wrist
Yeah, gold, all on my grill
Yeah, gold, all on my chest
Yeah, I’m a misfit, dipshit, fishsticks, six whips
Times two, I’m cold, swine flu, must I remind you?
Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch, she came with stilettos
Nigga, my crew, we came with Barrettas
Nigga, my car, it came with umbrellas
Nigga, put that shit on acapella
Head to toe in Donatella
Nigga know my old school, a motherfuckin’ Panamera (goddamn)
Mind on me (no)
So don’t worry ’bout mine (don’t worry ’bout mine)
I smoke and get vibes (smoke and get vibes)
Look at my eye (yeah)
I can’t decide how to describe (huh)
Your nigga lookin’ broke, I hope that shit a disguise, yeah
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the braves
Land of the freaks
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the braves
Land of the freaks
Freak on my Zodiac
You must be heavy on Cognac
I gave you a hundred, you told me a seventy-five, lil’ bitch, I want me a quarterback
I am indulging in oysters (oysters)
I bought my shawty a cluster (cluster)
I come and ride for a busta, car came with everything ‘cept a butler, yeah
She pidgeon-toed in them Christians
Don’t f*ck with Goofy niggas, that’s Disney
Always on my grizzly, table in the back, picnic (yeah)
Alka-Seltzer Cold, your career steady fizzin’
You gon’ need four pair of Cartier’s to see my vision
Okay, deliverin’ a dealership
Go so much, need a membership
My car knock knee like Kenny Smith
And I’m signin’ off
No penmanship, yeah
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the braves
Land of the freaks
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the braves
Land of the freaks