Stranger Things by JOYNER LUCAS Lyrics Meaning – The Dissection of Swagger and Survival in Hip-Hop Culture
Lyrics
Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch better believe that I’m a sniper (yeah)
You know I’m ’bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin’ like bitches
It done started up a epidemic
It don’t make a difference, nigga we winnin’, I’m plenty grinnin’
Hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain’t gotta listen (celebrate)
You better step down to me
Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I’m dope, bitch comin’ like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don’t like when I lose (I don’t)
If I don’t buy her them shoes, I don’t like those (regulate)
Do anything that I want to
Think I’m gon’ dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
While I’m drivin’, I’m moonwalking in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with the music
Guess I’m alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie but the truth is I’m fuckin’ tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when it’s supper time in the juice
But I’d rather die than to lose, it’s a matter of time ‘fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Hoe, you know I’m drippin’ with the sauce, ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars
All they did was build me up, try to take me apart
They ain’t never wanna (celebrate) like you have a label
Call the doctor, heard the chopper make ’em do the Macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher, stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I’ma (celebrate) on the corner
Heard you niggas got the juice but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I’m hotter than a fuckin’ sauna
Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
All you new niggas don’t do it for me, look (woah)
Bitchin’ to professor you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can’t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil’ niggas tried grabbin’ me (grabbin’ me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
You don’t wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make ’em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take her out to Applebee’s (Applebee’s)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin’, why you mumblin’?
What you utter? Stop stutterin’, what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green ‘Rari, two twins, call ’em double mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I’m in trouble then
Shut up before I spank you for actin’ up
Now I’m wakin’ up in cabanas ’cause she bad as fuck
And all gorillas don’t want bananas ‘less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain’t no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don’t wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I’m takin’ a knee for my side, could give a fuck ’bout they owners
Nigga look at my eyes, you ’bout to give me my bonus
And every motherfuckin’ record, that’s a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And every motherfuckin’ snitch up in this bitch, they report it (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and can’t even afford it
Seventy-five mil’, look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can’t keep their feet down (elevate)
You don’t really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that shit talkin’, put the seat down
Joyner, I don’t really feel these niggas
Hol’ up, I ain’t gotta pay to kill these niggas
Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I’m finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
I’ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I’m the shit, you could smell me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don’t want no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Hoe, you actin’ like a pig, you fuckin’ filthy, nigga
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I’m guilty
I said da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga
They must have forgot that I’m psycho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no more
Turn your fuckin’ block into a light show (Joyner)
You better be sure, better be sure
I’m the realest nigga that I know
And I’m so bored, I might switch cars
I saved a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
And neighbors knockin’ on my door, what the fuck you want?
Bitch, I’m alright (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business, I’m so sick of niggas
Tellin’ me how I been livin’ my life (Joyner)
Sick of bumpin’ shoulders now I’m runnin’ over
Every motherfucker who ain’t wanna get in my ride
I was watchin’, you was shoppin’
Ain’t never had the shit in my size
Now I’m poppin’, I’m poppin’
And your bitch keep hittin’ my line
It’s complicated, fuckin’ up with my main bitch
Givin’ it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Puttin’ my face in it, never wastin’ it
I’ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And then I’ma proceed and play with the pussy
You know I don’t keep my cape on a hoodie
But I keep a Uzi, it’s a doozie, make a movie if you’re actin’
So (celebrate)
Joyner Lucas’s ‘Stranger Things’ pulsates through the speakers with a voracity that encapsulates not just the grit of street life but the triumph of self-made success in the hip-hop arena. Through ear-catching beats and rapid-fire wordplay, Lucas delivers a barrage of lyrical prowess that doubles as both a celebration of his accomplishments and a challenge to anyone standing in the way of his relentless ascent.
While at first listen, the track may seem like a braggadocious anthem, a deeper look into the lyrics reveals a complex narrative interwoven with themes of competition, industry struggles, and personal triumphs. It’s a reflection of an artist who navigates the cutthroat nature of the music business while battling for authenticity and respect.
A Dive into the Flamboyance of Success
Lucas kicks off ‘Stranger Things’ with imagery of luxury and power, setting the scene with a ‘bucket full of ice’ and the roar of a Lamborghini. These symbols of wealth are not just a display of material success; they are his badges of honor, hard-earned trophies in a game where the odds are perennially stacked against artists originating from the streets.
By positioning himself as a ‘sniper’ taking aim, Lucas asserts his precision and tactical advantage in the music scene, suggesting that his rise to prominence is no accident but the result of well-planned moves and sheer talent.
The Epidemic of Artifice Versus Authenticity
The chopper Lucas pops up with is metaphorical, a lyrical weapon against those he deems ‘artificial niggas.’ In a culture where authenticity can make or break an artist, Lucas draws a stark line between those who act and those who live the narrative they rap about.
Referencing a ‘started up epidemic,’ he points to the pervasive façade found in some corners of the industry. His struggle is not just with fellow rappers but with the representations that can often dilute the raw truth of the genre.
The Masks We Wear: Unveiling the Hidden Meaning
At its heart, ‘Stranger Things’ is a commentary on the different personas people—specifically artists—adopt in response to their environment. Lucas’s rapping about dancers and betrayal paints a picture of an industry full of disingenuous intentions, requiring a protective layer of bravado to survive.
When he boasts about his ability to win without genuinely listening, Lucas unearths the hidden truth about societal values where success can negate the need for acceptance or advice from others. His success puts him beyond the reach of casual critique.
Critiquing the Dramatis Personae of Hip-Hop
Joyner’s relentless flow extends into a critique of his peers, whereby he equates his competitors to candy—sweet and insubstantial. With incisive humor, he dismisses them as mere child’s play, reflecting a broader criticism of the trivial and the transient within the industry.
There’s a clever playfulness as he positions himself both as a kingpin customer ‘on the corner’ and a feared oppressor, indicating his versatility in mastering the game from all angles, seizing both street credibility and commercial success.
Memorable Lines: Unapologetic Swagger
Perhaps one of the most striking lines of ‘Stranger Things’ is Lucas’s defiant proclamation, ‘I’m the realest nigga that I know.’ It’s a declaration of self-awareness and an unyielding sense of identity, embodying the track’s spirit of unapologetic self-assurance.
The line chillingly coalesces with his claim of ‘saving a lot of money on Geico,’ taking a recognizable pop culture reference and spinning it with a hint of irony and braggadocio that serves to ground his success in relatable, everyday terms.
