Loose Screws

Slaying Demons: Ace Volar's Raw Reflections on Street Life
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Lyrics

Twenty20 shit nigga

Referencing the current era or style, suggesting contemporary relevance

Told y’all I’m back on it, feel me

Asserting a return to a previous state or activity

RIP GTM, let’s get it

Tribute to someone named GTM, gearing up for action

I’m tryna flood these streets with motivation

Intent to saturate the streets with inspiration

Decode the matrix

A call to understand and decipher complex situations

Any nigga talk down then you know he hatin’

Anyone speaking negatively likely harbors envy or jealousy

Look, this a different type of pain

Expressing a unique and intense form of suffering

That give up on a ride and you stranded in the rain

Describing a situation where giving up leaves one stranded

They say GTM died, I’m feeling strange

Feeling a sense of disorientation or discomfort after GTM's passing

Say if them DB G’s slide, I gotta bang

Preparedness to retaliate if a particular group makes a move

I grab my 40 every time I hear my name

Immediate readiness to defend oneself

I got PTSD, I feel insane

Experiencing mental distress reminiscent of trauma

Nostalgic feelings when I hear about cocaine

Feeling nostalgic or reminiscent about cocaine-related experiences

We had bricks in the house and mama wasn’t to blame

Acknowledging past criminal activities in the household

Loose screws, feds duck, duck, goosed you

Feeling mentally unstable or erratic

They got Red on indictments we was new to

Being implicated in legal cases when inexperienced with such situations

Documents say surveillance, they had conversations

Official records indicating surveillance and recorded conversations

Thinking a nigga snitched on us but feds was fucking laying

Suspecting betrayal or informants but realizing authorities were strategically positioned

Damn, look how we played ourself

Reflecting on past actions leading to self-inflicted consequences

The killer look just like the victim, how we slay ourself

Comparing how actions can mimic their consequences

I was only 15 with a ‘K myself

Recalling a young age combined with involvement in serious matters

Hundred rounds in the basement, that’s the war room

Stockpiling weapons for combat, possibly in a hidden location

How you niggas from the streets, where yo war wounds

Questioning the authenticity of others' street credentials

I told Lil Poppy he up next, I’ll pass the torch soon

Encouraging someone to take the lead in criminal endeavors

That’s my nigga to the grave or the orange suit

Commitment to loyalty even in dire circumstances

Tez, Jigg, Zay, and Monni get the court too

Naming individuals involved in a legal case

We all ball when I’m up, what the fuck is up

Asserting dominance and success in confrontational situations

Smoking cigars like they just blunts, armored tonka trucks

Indulging in luxuries even in risky situations

I could never fall not at once

Confidence in never experiencing a sudden downfall

Bitch I’m always up

Boasting about consistent success

Perkys fight the sickle cell, my life like a living hell

Using drugs to manage a health condition, life feeling challenging

Only joy I got is baby girl and my niggas yeah

Deriving happiness only from close relationships

Wifey ride or die and I can’t let her out my sight

Emphasizing the importance of a committed partner

Took all the guns out the house, she want me living right

Attempting a lifestyle change to please a partner

But if a nigga try, a nigga still die

Accepting the possibility of violent consequences in defense

And that’s a promise my guy

Guaranteeing retaliation in confrontations

On God I’m a Real Right northside nigga and y’all frauds

Asserting authenticity and denouncing others as fake

Volar

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The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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