Written by: William Gazelle Fields Jr, Kevin Burgess, Halo Hitz
Duration: 3:17
Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Monster’ by Aha Gazelle. 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 Aha Gazelle or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
K to the second
This ain’t my first rodeo, uh
Check my portfolio, uh
Without the Holy Ghost, I would be gettin’ my commas
On quote-on-quote, quote-on-quote, quote-on-quote
I am not so-and-so (no)
Might be the rapper that no one knows
But I got the clique like a metronome
Lift that’s immeasurable, new intellectual, yeah
I was the Oreo, I was the Oreo comin’ up
Told ’em, “At least I’ma get my degree
Then I’ll be back on the scene and my cream will be double stuffed”
Either that or we’ll knuckle up
Started boxing to toughen up
Then I met Jesus and seen that the struggle somebody will sacrifice all for the other one
I ain’t got no records with me braggin’ on it
Under the blood, blood, ain’t no stackin’ on it
Shout out to Reach Records, they put the master on it
Every record got the Master on it
But this free freedom ain’t no MAGA homie
Man, it’s Jesus, Jesus, ’til I’m mad annoying
We indeed are living, la-la vida
He has reaped demons in the ceiling
I am loyal ’cause
Boy, I used to be a monster (be a monster)
I was tweakin’, had my mama goin’ bonkers
Yeah, you probably wouldn’t believe it
If it hadn’t been for Jesus
I’d be still runnin’ around like I’m a gangster (go on, tell ’em boy)
Boy, I used to be a monster
Now it’s fifty thousand people at my concert
Got they hands up screamin’, I’ma tell ’em all about Jesus
How He turned me to a man from an imposter
used to be a monster, used to be a monster
used to be a monster, used to be a monster
Boy, I used to be a playboy
Yeah, don’t you leave your girl around me, boy
Yeah, they don’t take sand to the beach boy
But I got me an island in my queen, boy
Bankroll, fake though
Hundred ones wrapped up in a Franco
Runnin’ chips in that queso
Make diamonds dance and I say so
Draco, slang though
‘Fore the Feds ex them like Kinkos
I carry different, my aim though
My game dope, you already know
Boy, I used to be a monster
I was tweakin’, had my mama goin’ bonkers
Yeah, you probably wouldn’t believe it
If it hadn’t been for Jesus
I’d be still runnin’ ’round like I’m a gangster
Cool! Boy, I used to be a monster
Now it’s fifty thousand people at my concert
Got they hands up screamin’, I’ma tell ’em all about Jesus
How He turned me to a man from an imposter
I used to, I used to be a monster
I used to hide the pain, I tried to keep it inside, locked up
But now I’m out my shell, I’m on the table at Red Lobster
I can’t believe I almost missed it but I found the golden ticket like I’m Willy Wonka
I can’t believe I’m on the team, they put me on the roster
If we both servin’ God, I guess ‘mi casa es su casa’
I take these boys to school, I got ’em singin’ Alma Maters
They like, “Whatchu singin’ in vibrato?”
Boy, I used to be a monster