Dreaming by Pop Smoke Lyrics Meaning – Navigating the Highs and Lows of Ambition
Lyrics
Pull up, yo, what you doin’? (Trap House Mob)
Pull up, look (bad bitches know what I mean)
(This is a Melo beat)
Wait, wait
Yeah, yeah, huh, that shit right there
Lemme see some (ah)
Woo back baby
Talk to me nice
Look
Perc’, 30, Perc’, dreamin’ (I’m on Cloud 9)
Low, that I’m dreamin’ (low, that I’m dreamin’)
Pour a, four, pour a four, I’m leanin’ (leanin’)
Know that I’m leanin’ (huh)
Walk in, 30, got a whole lotta bags, Neiman
I’m up in Neiman, that’s a fact
Papi, lurkin’ (lurkin’ nigga), schemin’
Know that I’m schemin’ (baow)
Amiri the denims, got ninas attached
Big body Benz, I got tree in the back
Scope on the Glock and it hit like a MAC
I can’t fuck with these hoes ’cause these bitches is trash
I like my bitch and she classy
She suck on my balls, she nasty
She open her legs, gymnastics
She make it disappear, magic
Christian Louboutin, spikes on my feet
Red bottoms when I walk in the street (Pop Smoke)
I’m the one they wanna meet (Pop Smoke)
They know I’ma bring the heat (Pop Smoke)
They wanna fuck with the team (Pop Smoke)
Bad bitches, that’s my thing (Pop Smoke)
Eleven karats on the ring (Pop Smoke)
Mike Amiri, Billie Jean
Perc’, 30, Perc’, dreamin’ (grrr)
Low, that I’m dreamin’
Pour a four, leanin’
Know that I’m leanin’ (huh)
Walk in, 30, Neiman
I’m up in Neiman
Papi, lurkin’ (lurkin’ nigga), schemin’
Know that I’m schemin’
Look, ski mask, Jason
Glock 9, laser
Me and my bitch, chase ’em
If I don’t got it she gon’ tase ’em
Grab ’em up, shake ’em
I don’t fuck with no pigs, no bacon
As-salaam-alaikum
All my cars paid off
Talk to the general
Niggas know I’m the boss
These niggas be petticoat
They don’t got the sauce
You know what that Henny do
Talk out your mind and we endin’ you
Hit your body, do a flip or two
Know I’m a dog, I’m an animal (rrr)
Perc’, 30, Perc’, dreamin’ (grrr)
Low, that I’m dreamin’
Pour a four, leanin’
Know that I’m leanin’ (huh)
Walk in, 30, Neiman
I’m up in Neiman
Papi, lurkin’ (lurkin’ nigga), schemin’
Know that I’m schemin’
In the combustible landscape of hip-hop, Pop Smoke’s ‘Dreaming’ emerges as a volatile concoction of ambition, materialism, and the stark realities that bridge the gap between aspiration and actualization. As we decrypt the track, it becomes clear that Pop Smoke isn’t just crafting music; he’s sketching a mindset—a frame of relentless pursuit shadowed by the demons of excess.
To peel back the layers of ‘Dreaming’ is to confront the complexity of dreams in the context of the streets. Dreams that extend beyond the realm of sleep into the conscious desires for success, recognition, and the spoils of the hustle. Through a piercing lens, we examine the ethos and pathos embedded in the catchiest verses and slickest beats that define Pop Smoke’s artistic narrative.
Synesthesia of Success: Colors, Pills, and Peril
At first glance, ‘Dreaming’ reads like a vivid tour through a euphoric state where the colors of party drugs sync with the rainbow glow of success—Percocet (‘Perc’, 30′) and codeine (‘Lean’). However, dive deeper, and it’s a disjointed tale of coping mechanisms. The recurring use of substance references signifies more than a glorified party lifestyle; it’s a symptom of the emotional anesthesia needed to endure the grind to greatness.
Such substances, euphemized in casual hip-hop parlance, mask the pain of ambition—the ‘leanin” and ‘dreamin” acting as both escape and fuel for a journey littered with existential hazards. The intoxicants, thus, are double-edged, providing both the capacity to dream big and the potential to spiral into the abyss of addiction.
A Theatrical Wardrobe: Fashion as Power
In the sartorial selections Pop Smoke flaunts—’Amiri the denims’, ‘Christian Louboutin, spikes on my feet’,—we witness an aesthetic manifesto. It’s not merely a showcase of opulence but a testament to the transformative allure of haute couture. The clothes make the man, so to speak, and in this urban theater, Pop Smoke is both the protagonist and the costume designer.
The ‘red bottoms’ are as much a weapon as the ‘scope on the Glock’. They signal conquest, dominance within the social hierarchy, and by association, a certain invincibility that only high fashion can bestow upon those who have emerged from the shadows of hardship.
Euphoria Adrenalized: The High-Octane Language
‘Dreaming’ sprints through its lyrical gauntlet with the ferocity of a high-speed chase—’Look, ski mask, Jason / Glock 9, laser’. Pop Smoke’s words surge with urgency and intensity, painting a hyperreal vista of a world where every moment is paramount, every action loaded with intent, and every character plays for keeps.
The vocabulary is an arsenal, the inflection a call to arms. Every consonant and vowel loads another round in the chamber of storytelling, with Pop Smoke pulling no punches as he narrates his relentless saga of ‘lurkin’ and ‘schemin” to carve out a legacy in the dog-eat-dog milieu he navigates.
Decoding The Dreamscape: Between the Lines of Ambition
If one labors to excavate beneath ‘Dreaming’s’ bustling surface, a narrative of desire and an unyielded inner conflict emerges. The ‘dreamin” is a mosaic of hunger for triumph and the anxiety of maintaining it. Pop Smoke interweaves victory with vigilance—a wariness of those who ‘lurk’ and ‘scheme’ undermining his ascent while he himself employs similar tactics to secure his reign.
This dualism is the hidden underbelly of ‘Dreaming’, spotlighting the duality of the dream chaser who must navigate the paradox of succumbing to the very shadows they seek to outshine. The pursuit of dreams, Pop Smoke suggests, is not a fairytale—it’s tactical warfare painted with brushstrokes of swagger and survival.
Memorable Lines: Catchphrases on Repeat
‘Talk to me nice / Look’—the braggadocio drips from this hook as Pop Smoke demands reverence in the simplest of terms. Herein lies the rapper’s arcane magic: the ability to distill complex narratives into catchphrases that resonate on a visceral level.
‘Christian Louboutin, spikes on my feet’ not only crafts a vivid image, but also serves as a metaphor for Pop Smoke’s meteoric rise and sharp acumen within the rap game. Every line is a blend of the soldier’s chant and the conqueror’s exclamation, engineered to echo in the minds of listeners, leaving a longstanding imprint of his dreams realized—and the cost at which they come.
