Lyrical Breakdown of Hasta Luego - Bonus - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Hasta luego, I'm finna break All of my, all of my life I been chasing a check and I never get it Been around it, seen it, never had it Mama, daddy, whole family, broke family I'ma get it, told 'em I'll fuckin' handle it And murder the game so the service candle lit Emergency lane and I'm swerving Damaging the whip But shit, fuck it, I'm fucking vanishing Had to get out of Atlanta for a little minute You know that there's madness in the fucking city I thought it was love here I thought I was good, I'm stuck in the mud here I'm looking for drugs I'm looking for big buds with the good hair Or a ten-piece hot lemon pepper sprinkled Fries crinkled, that's the lingo If that's your girlfriend, she acting single I caught the pass like I'm Ochocinco I hit the gas down ocho cinco, like 85 It's like 8 or 9 'o clock, my nine cocked If you on my guap, I won't stop 'til that boy go pop They won't stop 'til they boy like Pac They just pop 'til they brain fall out They never know what I be talking about I only do it 'cause they never really talking about it Bout, bout it, turn the music louder, louder How the fuck did anyone assume the God The Son, the Son of God, runnin' from the money Bleed the blood just like the money, it's not Jumanji I'm the doom that damned the dungeon I'm the spoon that fed the hungry Stand for something, fall for nothing, all or nothing Y'all niggas balling, huh? Just to find out that shit is all for nothing I been going crazy, somebody pray for me Take a second, take a knee It'll mean everything It'll mean everything to me I tell 'em get out the way, I'm finna take it to 'em Hasta luego, we finna make a move Give me a break, what is you saying to 'em? Give me the 'K, I'm finna spray the room I'm finna spray the room (Shit, uh, okay) Ok, everybody rich, everybody straight Yeah, everybody ballin' I never had shit, mind over matter Outside, I can't call it All my niggas finna get a job, or they already got it Couple trapping, couple catching bodies Please don't come to East Atlanta, shawty With your bullshit and your flex cap tryna' juug shit Nah nigga, you'se a good lick Be a good guy, you a good kid Never really understood this But it's probably not for me to understand I just played the cards I was fucking handed And dealt with it like a fucking man You my nigga then, you my nigga then Then we stick together like we Huck and Finn We gon' get the chicken while we fucking hens Don't let any nigga come fuck up the plan If we gotta ride, well then, fuck it, then If a nigga die, it got out of hand If I touch the sky then my other guys Recognize, must avenge, jeopardize I publicize, justified When we busted in, were you terrified? Was it televised when them rebel Guys started busting heads Over what a nigga said or do to J.I.D? These the crazy niggas that I grew up with In the shady city that I grew up in They ain't doing shit, but they doing shit Hasta luego, I gotta get up away from here Hoping that somebody pray for me Telling you it'll mean everything Everything you know what I mean There's no working no emergency I don't wanna be a burden, yeah I just really hope you love a Nigga when he's hurting I tell 'em get out the way, I'm finna take it to 'em Hasta luego, we finna make a move Give me a break, what is you saying to 'em Give me the 'K, I'm finna spray the room I'm finna spray the room Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah