City of Gods by Fivio Foreign Lyrics Meaning – Unraveling the Urban Odyssey
Lyrics
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine (what?)
Yeah, look, huh, nigga, this is my shit
Welcome to the city of Gods (what?)
Pop was the king of New York, now I’m the nigga in charge
Only the drillers, the city is ours
We found out the opps and we pick ’em apart
I give ’em my time so I give ’em my heart
If the city love me, then I’m really a star (what?)
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine
‘Cause I’m losing my lover to the arms of another
New York City, please go easy on me
Yeah, look, this is the city of money and violence
‘Cause everything we do is gonna come with a challenge
‘Cause every bitch you fuck is gon’ come with a balance (what?)
Every shooter with me is coming in silence (what?)
And you niggas better pick a side (better pick a side)
You niggas side hoppin’ (you niggas side hoppin’)
If I want ’em to not let you come into the city, it’s my option (bow)
This is the home of the fly shoppin’ (yeah)
This where the bitches gon’ watch pockets (yeah)
When I’m on TV, I gotta look good, ’cause I know the whole block watchin’
If you chill with the opps, we is not vibin’
If I see ’em in person, we Fox 5 ’em
Yeah, the police is on us, we not stoppin’
(Yeah, the police is on us, we not stoppin’, no)
This is the town of the big drip (big drip), smooth talk (smooth talk, ha)
Milly Rock, Shmoney Dance (Shmoney Dance), Woo Walk (Woo)
You will not survive being too soft (no)
Been a long time, we took a new loss (no)
Shooters shootin’ ’til we got a new corpse (bow)
If we stop then we lettin’ it cool off (bow, boom)
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine
‘Cause I’m losing my lover to the arms of another
New York City, please go easy on me
We went off the grid (what?)
We ain’t watch the throne, we took it
We went viral on ’em, they lookin’
It’s a Sunday Service in Brooklyn (what?)
It’s the city that come with the lights
I’m with the drillers that come with the night
They ain’t do four years in college, but they’ll do twenty five to life
We make money every night (what?)
Never too big of a price (what?)
After I buy the Chicago Bulls (what?), I’ma go and link with Mike (what?)
And if I let ’em have my wife, niggas should thank me
With this Balenciaga and Balenci’ boots and a new blue Yankee
This is Ye, I’m so focused, throw on a mask, no COVID
I’ma turn your life to a meme, let Justin LaBoy post it
You got an album? Postpone it
I drop two and they both going
I got a feeling they in they feelings
They filmin’ a show, but won’t show it
You gotta watch me in slow motion, I’m in that wide-body Benz
I go back to college, do an album and then drop out again
Took a minute to get here, my vision is crystal clear
Ayy, Fivi’, excuse me, but this the feature of the year
I feel like Sinatra in these streets, me and Drizzy, we at peace
This the backpack with the Polo and the first Jesus piece
I’m from the Chi’ but I’m always New York
In the city, they treat me like Jesus is walkin’
I been through the pain and all of the torment
I’m sayin’ His name, I make it important (what?)
Now it’s time to give ’em hell
Ask my staff, I pay ’em well
This afternoon, a hundred goons pullin’ up to SNL (what?)
When I pull up, it’s dead on arrival
They act like they love you, they don’t even like you
They throw a party, won’t even invite you
I seen the same thing happen to Michael
You Black and you rich, they sayin’ you psycho (what?)
It’s like a cycle
If you text me anything hype, you better text back and say it’s a typo
The city of Gods, no city is like you
This the new New York, Ye is the goat
Fivi’ is viral and this is the BIBLE (what?)
New York City, please go easy on me tonight (what the fuck? The fuck?)
(What, the fuck?) New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine
‘Cause I’m losing my lover to the arms of another
New York City, please go easy on me
Don’t leave me, go easy, go easy, go easy
Don’t leave me, go easy, go easy, go easy
Don’t leave me, go easy, go easy, go easy
New York City, please go easy on me
In the epicenter of hip-hop’s renaissance, a new anthem thunders. Fivio Foreign’s ‘City of Gods’ is not just a song; it’s a declaration, a mural of urban life painted with the words of a poet whose ink is dipped in reality. This track offers a layered narrative about ambition, survival, and homage, blending the ecstasy of triumph with the agony of hardship.
Beyond the kaleidoscopic beat and the infectious rhythm lies a cavern of meanings waiting to be unraveled. Each verse is a thread in the city’s rich tapestry, telling tales of territorial respect, the cost of success and the sanctity of the artist’s own truth. Let us explore the concrete jungle that Fivio Foreign magnifies through his lyrical lens.
A Gritty Ode to the Big Apple: Decoding the Heart Behind the Hood
Fivio Foreign assumes the mantle of urban griot in ‘City of Gods’, where New York City is not just the backdrop, but a living, breathing character. The track’s repeated plea for clemency from the city mirrors the hardships faced by those who navigate its unforgiving streets. This is no mere homage to NYC’s skyline; it is a tribute to the city’s inhabitants, their resilience, and their unceasing struggle.
The mention of ‘Pop’, referring to the late rapper Pop Smoke, cements Foreign’s place in the ever-shifting hierarchy of the city’s rap scene. By positioning himself as the new king, Foreign symbolizes the relentless march of time and the savage cycle of survival of the fittest that runs rampant in the city’s veins, reflective of the greater music industry’s merciless nature.
The Dichotomy of Fame and Inner Turmoil: An Introspection
‘City of Gods’ exemplifies the tension between the allure of fame and the personal demons it amplifies. The introspective chorus speaks of someone losing their lover to another, possibly a metaphor for the sacrifices and transformations artists undergo for their craft. The city, both metaphorically and literally, takes its toll on those who pursue its favor.
With Fivio’s narrative, there’s the understanding that every ascent is paired with the risk of downfall. The struggle between maintaining personal authenticity while navigating the maze of success is palpably expressed, drawing listeners into the heart-wrenching battles that often remain veiled behind the glamour.
Unveiling the Hidden Meaning: The Allegory of Ascendence
In a deeper analysis, ‘City of Gods’ transforms New York City into an allegorical ‘City of Olympus’, where the deities of the industry vie for power and recognition. Fivio cements his place amongst these mythical entities, battling not with lightning bolts but with bars and beats. The city becomes a pantheon where only the divine in talent can reside.
This semblance to gods also mirrors the cutthroat reality of life in NYC. The ‘arms of another’ from which the city must ‘go easy’ resonates as a cry for reprieve from the endless cycle of conflict and triumph that defines the relentless pursuit of greatness.
Musical Militancy and the Spirit of Competition
The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the city’s inherent ‘money and violence’, with competition acting as the driving force behind every action. In this concrete theater of war, the silent but deadly presence of ‘shooters’ emphasizes the unpredictable nature of the hip-hop game—where every day could catapult you to fame or send you spiraling into obscurity.
The art of choosing sides and facing the police’s watchful eyes presents a stark juxtaposition to the glamour typically associated with the city. Fivio articulates the relentless nature of the business, embedding the story with a sense of urgency and invincibility that fans can find both haunting and electrifying.
Memorable Lines: Stirring the Pot of Contemplation
‘This is Ye, I’m so focused, throw on a mask, no COVID’ – Here, Kanye West, featured on the track, employs a clever play on words to drive home his determined spirit amidst a world in panic. It’s a nod to the enduring human spirit, undeterred by the calamities that make the city as much a battleground as a sanctuary.
Furthermore, ‘I feel like Sinatra in these streets’ connects past and present, bonding the braggadocio of current artists to the legends that walked before them, underscoring a lineage of confidence and self-assurance that New York has always epitomized. These lines aren’t merely for entertainment—they’re etchings on the city’s eternal legacy.
