Lyrical Breakdown of Conspiracy V2 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Conspiracy V2" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Durk weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Conspiracy V2" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Huh, what you ridin' in? A Trackhawk Jeep
Every nigga I fuck with, they-
Ever nigga I fuck with, they use they feet
Comin' back in the game how I came (I'm on it)
We gon' start by stoppin' by the trenches
We gon' start by cuttin' every nigga off
That ain't handlin' fuckin' business
I remember them places them guns got buried
I remember them days them bullets flew over my head
I remember the fully- frr, frr, by my dreads
Huh, I'll give a man they props
It ain't real if he ain't shot, should've been shot
That shit he showin', I think that's all he got
I ain't gon' lie, I seen a real trapper mad the dope boy bounced back
He punched the pop
Uh, this shit done got serious
I told every nigga I love "Don't call my phone" (They watchin' us)
This shit done got serious, no lie
All these federal phones (They tapped)
This shit got serious
I know some niggas locked by the phone (Conspiracy)
This shit got serious
I know some young niggas that really come chop up your homie
This shit got serious
There goes a camera man, the feds behind that drone
This shit got serious, I know some niggas that's never comin' home
Huh, I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, I'm finna turn up my links
Huh, I had the hood Fox and them on security right cross the street
Cause they know I got more checks to pick up
They know I'ma chop it right with 'em
They know I got a career
If it come down to it, I'ma hit the Drac' with 'em
They know I'll never forget where i'm from
Never think that I'm bigger than this shit
I know I ain't got no business at the store
So I hurry up and grab my kit
I ain't the type of nigga to take out my phone
Record, and go live and shit
I know a couple niggas that done broadcast this shit
Got hit in they shit (Smoked)
I know they catch me at this store right now
They gon' swing on this bitch
If I see a car rush into the parkin' lot, I left-right the switch
Man, they ain't never seen no motherfuckin' Fox link up with a goat
You know that
Go (Man what?)
Sneaky like a fox 'til his broski died
Some niggas hate to box (Go)
.223 to his cranium
Now his hairstylist gotta recreate his locks (Brrah)
Fuckin' on an opp bitch
Fuck a location, my shooters gon' stay in the car (Stay in the car)
Fuckin' on a top bitch
She told me personally Wuk can stay and watch (Go)
Niggas count your pockets (Woo)
Niggas be thinkin' they you (Yeah)
Makin' me a topic like he'll make profit money off of DJU (Bitch)
Courtside at the Sky game
Hundred on me, tellin' Angel Reese to shoot (Shoot, shoot, shoot)
Drac' on me in the gas station for the kit, we got a minute or two
Street niggas get robbed for anything
That's how they image reduce (Yeah)
All type of baddies be on me heavy
I might send 'em to Zeus (Yeah)
Same nigga in the feds who had your back
Send that nigga a deuce (Yeah)
Pushin' P, not a truce
Matter fact tell J Mane to send me some Whoops (Whoop)
Hellstar with a Louis bucket
Y'all know Smurk be thuggin' (Facts)
I still play Lil Zay at my family function
Man, fuck my cousin
I don't look up to niggas we call OGs
Them niggas ain't taught me nothin' (Go)
Daddy went to jail and he left that money
Them niggas ain't bought me nothin' (Niggas ain't)
Niggas paid five thou'-wow for a pint
Mm, this shit got serious (Shit got serious)
Janky ass tryna sue Smurk for a show
Better go sue your veneers (Yeah)
You talk too much, lil brother, calm down
How they know who you killed? (Go)
You talk too much, lil brother, calm down
The feds know who you is (Go, man what?)