Rap Saved Me (feat. Quavo)
Descrição
A faixa "Rap Saved Me", de 21 Savage com Quavo, emerge como uma declaração poderosa de superação e resiliência. A música narra a jornada de um indivíduo que ascendeu de um ambiente de pobreza e perigo, o "gutter", para o ápice do sucesso, evidenciado por riquezas e bens de luxo. A letra é permeada por um tom de orgulho pela origem, mas também pela consciência da violência e da necessidade de autoproteção inerentes à trajetória. O artista enfatiza que o rap não apenas o salvou de um destino adverso, mas também se tornou o veículo para sua prosperidade e reconhecimento. A mensagem central celebra a conquista, mas sem dissociar a identidade das raízes árduas, onde a ostentação de dinheiro e poder serve como testemunho da vitória e um aviso aos desafiantes.
Letra
Goyard duffle got a lot of racks (hey)
Louis Vuitton got a lot of racks (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
My carry-on got a lot of racks (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Everywhere I go I got them racks with me (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah yeah, you digg, for real, huh, huh, hey
If young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
I'm gang banging (gang), and I'm dangerous (hey)
Smith & Wesson (brrt), and it's stainless (woo)
Brand new Rari (skrt), I'm finna paint it (yeah)
She took a xanny (yeah), then she fainted (yeah)
I'm from the gutter (hey), ain't no changing (nah)
From the gutter (gutter), rap saved me (rap)
She drive me crazy (drive me brazy), have my baby (have my baby)
Need my cash (need my racks), fuck you pay me (fuck you pay me)
Offset!
Where is the money? (where?)
Where is the, where is the paper? (where?)
Ooh, there go the acres, ooh
They biting my drip like a Sabre, yeah yeah
Who is my neighbor? (who?)
I live on the island, I'm sacred (island)
Yeah, life is the matrix
Be rich or be broke and be basic (rich)
You don't want static, yeah
All of my shooters on addys, yeah yeah
A-list status, uh uh
His and her Pateks (his and hers)
Out of here, gone gone gone, zoom
Piguets on the watch make 'em walk out the room
You keep the fire but you shoot at the moon
I get the fire and I aim at your noon
Street sweeper, we not talkin' 'bout the broom (nah)
I got more blow than balloons (blow)
You smell that, was addict perfume
Yeah we the wave and we big like typhoons (woo)
Go fifty-nine, eighty with moons (bust down)
Twenty-five million my move (twenty-five)
I drip in my sleep on snooze (drip)
I love when I meet Jesus
I'm gangbanging (yeah), and I'm dangerous (yeah)
Smith & Wesson (yeah), and it's stainless (yeah)
Brand new Rari (yeah), I'm finna paint it (yeah)
She took a xanny (yeah), then she fainted (yeah)
I'm from the gutter (yeah), ain't no changing (yeah)
From the gutter (yeah), rap saved me (yeah)
She drive me crazy (yah), have my baby (yah)
Need my cash (yah), fuck you pay me (yah)
I'm sedated (yah), eyes lazy (yah)
Bloody Phantom (yah), the seats brazy (yah)
I don't do papers, uh-huh, new bitch taken, uh-huh
Cost two-eighty, uh-huh, bitch I paid it, uh-huh
Rover SVR and I got the seats blazin' (21)
Went against the gang and he got his cheese grated (21)
Bitch you just a nut, baby we are not dating (21)
My tank top Givenchy, lil bitch I'm not basic
Sellin' glass out the house nigga (house nigga)
J's smokin' in the house nigga (the house nigga)
Send some bullets at your spouse nigga (spouse nigga)
Hide the racks in the couch nigga (couch nigga)
I'm gang banging (yeah), and I'm dangerous (yeah)
Smith & Wesson (yeah), and it's stainless (yeah)
Brand new Rari (yeah), I'm finna paint it (yeah)
She took a xanny (yeah), then she fainted (yeah)
I'm from the gutter (hey), ain't no changing (nah)
From the gutter (gutter), rap saved me (rap)
She drive me crazy (drive me brazy), have my baby (have my baby)
Need my cash (need my racks), fuck you pay me (fuck you pay me)
Uh uh, uh uh, uh
Uh uh, uh uh, uh
Uh uh, uh uh
Chopper talk (yeah), AK AK walk (brrt brrt)
Spray the block (spray), it's an outline chalk (outline chalk)
We don't talk, young nigga be stackin' up that sign language (stack it)
If you get out of line, disrespect your boss
He should do just fire 'em at ya (fire)
Ironing boards (ironing)
Straightening money on ironing boards (yeah)
Connect the streets (streets)
Nigga keep lookin', can't find no cord (yeah)
Patek Phillipe (Patek), so much water can't find no shore (drippin')
Save beef (save it), nigga nobody can't find no water
I'm gang banging (gang), and I'm dangerous (hey)
Smith & Wesson (brrt), and it's stainless (woo)
Brand new Rari (skrt), I'm finna paint it (yeah)
She took a xanny (yeah), then she fainted (yeah)
I'm from the gutter (hey), ain't no changing (nah)
From the gutter (gutter), rap saved me (rap)
She drive me crazy (drive me brazy), have my baby (have my baby)
Need my cash (need my racks), fuck you pay me (fuck you pay me)
Gírias
Na letra, "gutter" refere-se à vida nas ruas, pobreza extrema e um ambiente perigoso de onde o artista veio; "static" é uma gíria para problemas, conflito ou confronto; "street sweeper" não é uma vassoura, mas sim um jargão para uma arma de fogo de alto poder de fogo; "bust down" descreve joias completamente cravejadas de diamantes; e "cheese grated" é uma expressão violenta que significa ser morto ou desmembrado de forma brutal.