Save Me Lyrics – Chief Keef

[Intro]
Fu*k he say?
Fu*k that n!gga said?
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse]
Riding with my chopper, ayy, ayy
I’ma beat him like his father, ayy, ayy
Now it’s blood on my Giuseppes, ayy, ayy
I don’t like no fu*king Pradas, ayy, ayy
Put a knife up on my TEC, ayy
Lil’ FaceTime, lil’ Skype up for my tech, ayy, ayy
And it all happened right up on my set, ayy
SOS look like I’m from iTech, ayy
She give me top right before I jet, ayy, ayy
I need a yacht right before my jet, ayy
I smoke some dope right before I get, ayy, ayy
Mad, blast his ass then forget, ayy, ayy
Glo Gang, them my jits, ayy
Octane where I hear it, ayy
I’m not saying what I did, ayy
Look at my watch, Johnny, Goddamn, ayy, ayy
We gon’ smoke it all, catch him in an open field thats an open fall
B!tch, I will never fail or turn my fail to fall
I promise I’m not seeing y’all or hearing y’all, ayy
I gave my carats frost, ayy
Flexing like Dave the Barbarian y’all, ayy
Piss what I’m wearing y’all, ayy
My chain win chains by it’s ‘ppearance y’all, ayy
Smoking Swishers, ayy
Counting money, getting blisters, ayy, ayy
Hand in your man, we will fix ya, ayy, ayy
All red right now, I’m no Clifford, ayy
‘Cause I’m a dog when it comes to fu*king b!tches, ayy, ayy
Cooling with my fans and taking pictures, ayy
And I got my pistol for them n!ggas, ayy
I’ma pistol-fu*k them n!ggas, ayy, ayy
What you see? Pistols popping, n!gga, ayy, ayy
Your cars on E, fill ’em up, lil’ n!gga, ayy, ayy
Your squad on D, get ’em up, lil’ n!gga, ayy, ayy
I got my feelings tucked, lil’ n!gga, ayy, ayy
Right where my pistol tucked, lil’ n!gga

The intro sets the tone for the song, filled with aggressive exclamations and repetitive chants. The repetition of “Ayy” and “Gang” creates a sense of urgency and defiance, setting the stage for the raw and unfiltered narrative that follows.

In the verse, Chief Keef paints a vivid picture of his life immersed in violence, drügs, and street culture. Riding with his “chopper” (slang for a firearm), he expresses his readiness to confront adversaries, even resorting to violence reminiscent of familial abuse (“I’ma beat him like his father”). The mention of blood on his Giuseppe shoes juxtaposed with his disdain for luxury brands like Prada underscores his prioritization of street credibility over material possessions.

Keef’s references to technology, such as FaceTime and Skype, suggest a modern twist to his criminal activities, intertwining digital communication with street life. His nonchalant attitude towards violence is evident in lines like “Mad, blast his ass then forget,” portraying a callous disregard for the consequences of his actions. Despite his bragging about wealth and power, he remains disconnected from empathy, emphasizing his loyalty to his gang (“Glo Gang, them my jits”) and his readiness to engage in violent acts without remorse.

The verse continues with Keef’s flaunting of wealth and bravado, boasting about his jewelry (“I gave my carats frost”) and comparing himself to fictional characters known for their strength and prowess (“Flexing like Dave the Barbarian”). His language is crude and unapologetic, reflecting a hardened persona shaped by his environment. Keef’s depiction of himself as a relentless “dog” when it comes to women and his casual mention of firearms further underscore his detachment from conventional morality and his commitment to a life dictated by street codes.

Overall, the verse captures the harsh realities of Chief Keef’s world, portraying a landscape where violence, materialism, and a lack of remorse coexist, creating a bleak yet compelling narrative of street life.