Stick to the Models by Future Lyrics Meaning – Decoding the Hedonism of High Life
Lyrics
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Yeah, Pluto
Went through the clouds, ain’t I never, never comin’ down
Never comin’ down, oh
Yeah yeah, yeah
Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow
Fuckin’ my wrist up, fuckin’ a brick up, yeah, go’n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin’, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I’m not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
‘Cause I’m in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin’ my goals, thankin’ my heavenly father
I’m on my grind, ain’t no slowin’ down, I done put up the bottle
I’m on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I’ma just stick to the models
I’ma just stick to the models and hit it
I’ma just stick to the guala and get it
I can’t come up short, I’m goin’ to get it
I can afford to keep all my bitches
I got her laid up, she bad and sadity
I got my weight up, I’m carryin’ my city
I got vicarious, my ears, they blurry
Put up, no worries, she know she insured
I keep it real, ain’t talkin’ absurd
I lost the feelin’ of drankin’ on syrup
Put up them M’s, my Federal Reserve
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge
Tell you the truth, I come up from the dirt
She play with no panties, a lil’ bitty skirt
I hit it on Xanax and I made it squirt
A really rich nigga, and I’m goin’ berserk
Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow
Fuckin’ my wrist up, fuckin’ a brick up, yeah, go’n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin’, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I’m not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
‘Cause I’m in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin’ my goals, thankin’ my heavenly father
I’m on my grind, ain’t no slowin’ down, I done put up the bottle
I’m on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I’ma just stick to the models
I got two blonde snow bunnies
Sendin’ me pics to the ‘Gram
I got some bitches, they linin’ up
They wanna fuck me just ’cause who I am
I fucked them gold digging bitches
I never will love her or trust her, but pay her
Lookin’ out for her, but ain’t takin’ care of her
She know it ain’t no way in hell
I keep it real with you, keep it real with me
That’s all we can do
Know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me
Shawty get wet as a pool
We call it fair game
When it come down to my bros and swappin’ the hoes
I send my main thang to get your main thang
We gon’ fuck that hoe on the low
Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow
Fuckin’ my wrist up, fuckin’ a brick up, yeah, go’n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin’, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I’m not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
‘Cause I’m in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin’ my goals, thankin’ my heavenly father
I’m on my grind, ain’t no slowin’ down, I done put up the bottle
I’m on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I’ma just stick to the models
I keep it real, ain’t talkin’ absurd
I lost the feelin’ of drankin’ on syrup
Put up them M’s, my Federal Reserve
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge
Two blonde snow bunnies
Sendin’ me pics to the ‘Gram
Deal with you
Who know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me
Shawty get wet as a pool
Who know how to
Deal with you
Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn, professionally known as Future, has always had a penchant for weaving intricate tales of opulence, addiction, and the trappings of fame within his music. ‘Stick to the Models’ off his seventh studio album ‘The WIZRD’ is no exception. The track is an undulating journey through the rapper’s hedonistic worldview, flavored with luxurious brand references and an unapologetic embrace of the excesses that define his lifestyle.
Scrutinizing the lyrics of ‘Stick to the Models’ reveals multiple layers of meaning, allowing us to explore Future’s psyche and the culture of materialism that pervades modern hip-hop. His gritty and relentless pursuit of pleasure serves both as a narrative of personal liberation and as a commentary on the consequences of achieving excessive success. Let’s dive into the psyche of Future and what ‘Stick to the Models’ says about the intoxicating allure of the high life.
Unveiling the Mantra of Materialism
The chorus of ‘Stick to the Models’ enshrines a philosophy that appears to be one part hedonistic, one part nihilistic. Future’s assertion to ‘stick to the models’ suggests a substitution of transient pleasures for deeper emotional connections—a relentless pursuit of beauty and luxury over the mundane or the stable.
By parading his preference for ‘models,’ Future isn’t just talking about a penchant for attractiveness; he’s hinting at a broader zest for all that is elite, exclusive, and, above all, ephemeral. His lifestyle is symbolized by high-value objects, and his interactions foreground the thrill of the chase and the dominance of a money-centered culture.
Deconstructing the Lavish Lexicon
Key to understanding ‘Stick to the Models’ is the dissection of the opulent jargon scattered throughout the lyrics. References to ‘hopping on a charter,’ ‘fucking my wrist up,’ and wearing ‘goggles’ allude not just to expensive tastes, but to a strategic blurring of vision that comes with constant intoxication from substances or the adrenaline of the high-flying lifestyle.
The ‘Suicide doors’ and ‘Federal Reserve’ are not just flexes of wealth, they bear witness to Future’s financial ascendance and his calculated detachment from the mortal fears of the everyday man—his lyrics display an almost deific removal from the ‘normal,’ anchoring his identity in his detachment.
The Siren Call of Sybaritic Pleasures
‘Stick to the Models’ is swathed in hedonistic reassurances, a siren call to pleasure that offers a peek into the artist’s revelry. From the casual mention of drug-fueled sexual encounters to the overt statements of sexual conquests, Future portrays an environment where indulgence is not just the norm; it’s the expectation.
This unyielding pursuit of pleasure speaks to a deeper sense of escapism that underlines much of Future’s music. His insistence on sin being just another aspect of his routine lifestyle communicates a philosophy deeply rooted in the beliefs of enjoying the present moment to the fullest, with little regard for the consequences.
Sifting Through the Lyrics for Hidden Depth
Among the braggadocious lines and exuberant self-praise, there lies a layer of vulnerability. Phrases like ‘Put up them M’s, my Federal Reserve’ and ‘I lost the feelin’ of drankin’ on syrup’ suggest a stored wealth of regrets and experiences. Each M stacked in the reserve is a metaphor for the experiences and possibly losses he’s taken in his rise to the top.
The fleeting touch of sorrow in admitting to losing the feeling of a high from lean (a concoction of codeine syrup) indicates a numbing to the excitement that his lifestyle brings, raising questions about the costs of such excess. As much as the song surfaces hedonism, it equally betrays the near-desensitisation that comes from exposure to too much of ‘the good life.’
Echoing Memorable Lines and Unforgettable Beats
‘Stick to the Models’ reverberates with Future’s signature melodic hooks and mesmerizing production that encapsulate the essence of his storytelling. ‘I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava,’ he rhymes, showcasing his ability to paint his journey with otherworldly imagery that captures the fever of ambition and the danger that accompanies his lifestyle.
Not only do the lyrics provide an adhesive rhythm that sticks to the mind, but they also create a soundscape that allows listeners to vicariously live through Future’s experiences. Through the hypnotic repetition and climactic beats, the song manages to encapsulate both the allure and the hollowness that often accompany a life lived in the fast lane.
