4L by 21 Savage Lyrics Meaning – Unraveling the Street Anthems of a Generation
Lyrics
A hundred percent, a hundred and ten percent
Ain’t no cut on this shit, nigga
This shit blue magic, nigga, like Frank Lucas nigga on God
Four trap spots at the bottom of the hill (Straight up)
Tryna diss Savage, that’ll prolly get you killed (On god)
I get my shooter smoked, I think he finna spill (Swear)
The beans, I got X, dawg, 75 cents a pill (21)
Tez took a 15, finna come back on a pill (Free Tez)
Pop took 19 ‘fore he was 19, made me shed a tear (Free Pop)
Blew up on me own, no cosigns I was stiff (On God)
I swear I went like six times platinum ‘fore I signed my deal (Straight up)
We used to cut MAC 90s before they made them Dracs (On my mama)
I’m so Slaughter Gang, I’ma nut on her face (21)
Captain Save-A-Ho, you might get shot in your cape (On god)
Niggas drop a mixtape, then they tattoo they face (Lil’ pussy)
Niggas drop an album, then pretend to be gangsta (Lil’ bitch)
Imagine every hood, you gon’ make it up, ain’t you?
He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster
I got niggas down to roll, for a flock, they’ll shank you (On God)
Give me head in a brand new car (Yeah)
Hit her from the back, need Geico, (21)
She got fat ’cause a nigga made her stay in the house so I got the bitch lipo (Straight up)
Ridin’ ’round town with a Glock, but if it’s a hit I’ma use my rifle (On God)
You can ask all the opps, niggas know 4L gang go psycho (I swear)
Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass
You know you ain’t built like that, play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I’m a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man’s brain in your motherfuckin’ lap ass nigga
Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow
Brrr-bow-bow-bow-bow
I wanted to come in, know what I’m talkin’ about
‘Cause you talkin’ that shit
This that Zone 6 shit for y’all niggas
(Stop all that cap-ass shit)
I’m a Zone 6-er Mr. Remixer
Mr. Fuck-Her-Then-I-Hit-Her-Pass-Her-To-My-Nigga
Only thing I smoke on is a big Swisher
And I don’t sip liquor, I sip lean, yes, sir
Pull up on the curb, hope I serve a nigga bird (Serve a bird)
Who run the block? Slimeball, that’s the word (Slime)
Get a nigga topped, off top, non-stop, on my block
I got shooters totin’ their Glock, it’s a 30 in his Glock (Yeah that 30)
Niggas ain’t rockin’ how we rockin’, we rock-solid (4L)
And I keep them blues in my pocket, ten thousand (Uh huh)
Five on your head, nigga, get your head chopped (Do that)
Ride through my hood and I got the top chopped (What?)
Off, when I ride off (What?)
Smoke gas, cough (Dude)
Bitch give me mouth (Uh huh)
Big dawg, boss (Big dawg)
Y’all know what it cost (You know)
Just to be a boss (Be a boss)
Well, you gotta wipe some niggas off
You gotta run off on the plug
You gotta shoot at some nigga
Let him know you don’t give no fucks
If he really ’bout that life, then, nigga, show you ’bout your business
Don’t be schemin’ on a hunnid, nigga, run up you a million
Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass
You know you ain’t built like that, play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I’m a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man’s brain in your motherfuckin’ lap ass nigga (21, 21)
I was little, now I’m bigger (Now I’m bigger)
I was broke, now I’m worth eight figures (Eight figures)
It’s either you against us or you with us (Lil’ bitch)
Malcolm might get killed in the middle (On God)
Mini-14, I was 17 first time I shot it
Nigga, I was on Glenfair (On my mama, dawg)
Went hollow, Collier Ridge to VC
Robbin’, landin’, all the way to Line Street, they don’t play fair (21, 21)
If you make your bed, you gon’ lay there (You gon’ lay there)
Made a hunnid on Austin off my cell, yeah (Off my cell, yeah)
It was a trap spot and I used to stay there (On God)
On my dead brother, I kept a K there (Straight up)
Tryna spend the night, you must be fuckin’ or somethin’ (Lil’ bitch)
I want you to suck me like you suckin’ your thumb (21)
Savage rich as fuck, but I save money like a bum (On God)
Made it to the top, but I give back to the slum (Straight up)
Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass
You know you ain’t built like that, play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I’m a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man’s brain in your motherfuckin’ lap ass nigga
21 Savage’s ‘4L’ is not just a song; it is a gritty mosaic of street life, loyalty, and the relentless pursuit of authenticity in a world rife with facades. Behind the visceral beats and brazen lyrics lies a narrative that delves deep into the psyche of the artist, encapsulating the ethos of survival and success against the backdrop of his own evolution.
Through ‘4L,’ 21 Savage invites listeners into the inner sanctum of his past and present, shedding light on his unwavering adherence to the codes of the streets that raised him. This is a deep dive into a track that is both a personal testament and a broader commentary on the fabric that weaves together the communities from which 21 Savage hails.
The Siren Call of Street Cred: Verse by Verse Breakdown
21 Savage’s verses in ‘4L’ act as a blunt instrument, forging his street credibility through the fires of his experiences. From the opening lines, the rapper asserts himself as ‘solid,’ a term that carries heavy significance in the sphere of trap music. He underlines his authenticity, rejecting any diluted versions of the life he represents.
As the song progresses, the rapper recounts his comrades’ sacrifices and experiences, interweaving personal anecdotes with broader statements about street life. He critiques the performative gangsterism in the industry while holding his own narrative up as an exemplar of the true heart of street rap.
4L: A Symbol of Lifelong Allegiance and the Hidden Meaning
At its core, ‘4L’ is a pledge of eternal loyalty (‘4L’ stands for ‘for life’). This mantra reverberates throughout the track, as 21 Savage reaffirms his fidelity to the people and principles that shaped him. It’s not merely about geographic ties to Zone 6 in Atlanta, but an adherence to a set of unwritten laws that govern his every move.
This song taps into the undercurrent of street life that prioritizes loyalty over everything. It’s a call to those who understand that commitment to one’s roots and heritage is essential, a secret handshake of sorts that only the truly initiated can grasp.
21 Savage’s Existential Journey: From Poverty to Prosperity
‘I was little, now I’m bigger. I was broke, now I’m worth eight figures,’ 21 Savage reflects on his dramatic transformation from obscurity to eminence. These lines aren’t mere boasts; they are milestones of a journey that resonates with many who aspire for a similar metamorphosis.
It’s more than personal wealth; it’s about the power to change one’s circumstances and the lives of those within one’s community. 21 Savage doesn’t shy away from acknowledging his philanthropic efforts, juxtaposed against his opulent lifestyle, highlighting a duality that defines much of his music.
Lyrics That Stick: The Most Memorable Lines of 4L
‘We used to cut MAC 90s before they made them Dracs,’ Savage remarks on the pre-fame days, a callback to the times of struggle and gritty realism that underpins his street-wise narratives. These lines are historical footnotes, charting the evolution of the streets alongside his own.
He also dismisses the imitators: ‘Cap-ass, rap-ass – you know you ain’t built like that.’ It’s a direct assault on pretenders, emphasizing the divide between reality and image. These lines stand out as they encapsulate the artist’s intolerance for fakery, a recurring theme in his portfolio.
Turn the Music Down to Hear the Screams: The Sociopolitical Undertones
While ‘4L’ pulsates with the rhythm of trap life, it’s impossible to miss its social critique. When 21 Savage raps about people pretending to be something they’re not, it is not only a comment on the facades within the music industry, but also on the larger issue of identity in the face of systemic pressures and societal expectations.
‘Made it to the top, but I give back to the slum,’ he declares, suggesting a critical viewpoint on the cyclical nature of poverty and the responsibility he feels to give back. The track is a ledger of 21 Savage’s awareness of the societal structures that confine and define the very streets he comes from.
