Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Periodic Table’ by A$Ap Twelvyy. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$Ap Twelvyy or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Where the love for the underdog?
Man, they treat me like they wanna f*ck
Ain’t the favorite on your undercard
The livest nigga under God
So don’t make me get the gun involved
Catch a charge and run the border more
I hustle more than that nigga in the corner store
Corner stone
I’mma be the nigga that they calling for
Soaring up
Like that nigga Mike up in his Jordan 4’s
When I’m coming down only time I’m falling off
Get a calling card, ‘lil nigga so broad, fucking talk
I’mma be a statement for the global Forbes
This that magic shit like Dumbledore
This that lavish shit y’all tumble for
Niggas want it but I want it more
Make a band off a couple cups, and I’m hot, I got the sun involved
I don’t want it, man, I want it all
These my feelings in a couple bars
Sun shining like fucking stars
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
Them “every night make a knot” boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done fucked up, right?)
You f*ck around and lick a shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
Them “every night make a knot” boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)
You f*ck around and lick a shot, boy
I’m from the city where the skinny niggas ride
Big semi on they side
Real life, making fifty out of five
Puffing sticky, sipping Henny while I drive
That’s how real niggas die but I feel so alive
My eye up on the prize
You always gotta strive
Take a piece of devil pie
Now my level rising high
See a ribbon in the skyline
F*ck the other side
See my shots is televised, tell them niggas get a side
It’s dark outside
It’s nuts outside
Sharp niggas leave you pumped outside
Parallel to your ride, them ‘on’t blush, it’s the C-25
But I’m stressed, see the heat in my eyes, keep the heat on my side
‘Cause this Tec probably keep me alive
I ain’t high, I’m just peeping the vibe
Just beef in the Trap, f*ck that, and I ain’t keeping it back
Real rap, this is deeper than rap, yeah
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
Them “every night make a knot” boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done fucked up, right?)
You f*ck around and lick a shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
Them “every night make a knot” boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)
You f*ck around and lick a shot, boy