Type Shit
by Future
Summary
"Type Shit" by Future dives into a world of luxury, street life, and relationships, all wrapped in his signature braggadocio style. The song paints a vivid picture of his lifestyle, showcasing both the highs and the lows of fame.
Full Analysis
Future's "Type Shit" captures the essence of living large while navigating the complexities of relationships and street credibility. He mixes themes of wealth, indulgence, and a touch of vulnerability. The lyrics reflect a life filled with parties, drugs, and the constant pressure of being in the spotlight. Future's flow and delivery add layers to the narrative, making it relatable even when he's flexing.
Verse 1
Yeah, yeah, Pluto
I don't hang with rats, that's some new type -
Get a - whacked on the news, type -
Sippin' drank and - on some Screw, type -
Just a sad - runnin' through the crew, type -
I got a bad - at home, voodoo type -
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group, type -
In this opening verse, Future establishes his street credibility right away. He talks about loyalty, making it clear he doesn't associate with "rats," or snitches. The references to drinking and partying set the tone for the rest of the song. He hints at a complicated personal life with a "bad" girl at home, suggesting there's more beneath the surface. The mention of Meg Thee Stallion adds a playful vibe, showing he’s aware of the current pop culture landscape.
Chorus
That's some thick -, I just thought you knew, type -
I just tricked off, I don't just usually do this type -
Pockets racked up, all blue, type -
Bunch of rich -, - get confused, type -
Atlanta -, I live like Tina Turner, type -
On camera, knockin' jaws loose, type -
I canceled her, kick her out the stu', type -
A silent hitter, I just keep it cool with you -
The chorus emphasizes wealth and status, with Future bragging about his financial success and lifestyle. He uses phrases like "pockets racked up" to illustrate his riches, while the comparison to Tina Turner hints at a larger-than-life persona. The lines about kicking someone out of the studio show a no-nonsense attitude, reinforcing his tough image. Yet, there's also an element of keeping things low-key, suggesting he’s aware of the chaos that comes with fame.
Verse 2
Movin' through the city with your boo, type -
She's ready to suck me up like soup, type -
You goin' against the guys, and you gon' lose, type -
Pray to God I ain't knock you out your s-, type - (type -)
In this verse, Future delves deeper into his interactions with women and rivals. The playful imagery of a woman eager to please ties back to themes of indulgence. He warns anyone thinking of crossing him that they won't succeed, showcasing his confidence and assertiveness. The prayer to God adds a hint of vulnerability, reminding listeners that even in this glamorous world, there's a fear of losing everything.
Chorus
Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue, type -
Put the Double O in a mood
Serotonin, that's a cool technique
-, mix it with blues (alright)
East Atlanta feelin' like a zoo, type mix (open up)
Shawty started strippin', takin' shrooms
Eatin' all the Percs, on some food, type - (open up)
Here, the chorus shifts back to the high-energy lifestyle Future lives. There's a sense of spontaneity and excitement, suggesting that life is unpredictable and full of surprises. The references to drugs and partying serve to highlight the excesses of his life. The mention of East Atlanta gives a shout-out to his roots, grounding the wild imagery in a real place.
Bridge
Shawty make it work, nine-to-five type - (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food, type - (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food, type - (going up)
In the bridge, Future continues to play with the theme of indulgence, particularly with drugs. The "nine-to-five" line juxtaposes everyday life with the chaotic nightlife he often describes. It’s a clever way to show that even in the grind, there’s room for pleasure and escape. The repetition emphasizes the highs and lows he experiences.
Outro
Kick the slow flow, jitsu, type -
Relock my dreadlocks, I'm on bool, type -
Cook a - up like food, type -
Posted up with my dogs, Scooby Doo, type -
In the outro, Future wraps things up with a sense of camaraderie and loyalty among friends. The playful reference to Scooby Doo adds a light-hearted touch, despite the serious themes throughout the song. He talks about reinventing himself, hinting at growth while still embracing his roots and street life.
Closing Thoughts
"Type Shit" is a dynamic blend of celebration and caution. Future’s lyrics reflect the highs of fame and fortune, but also the complexities that come with it. Through his storytelling, he gives listeners a glimpse into his world, a place where loyalty, indulgence, and self-awareness coexist. It's a testament to his artistry that he can convey such depth while keeping the vibe fun and engaging.
Full Lyrics
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I don't hang with rats, that's some new type -
Get a - whacked on the news, type -
Sippin' drank and - on some Screw, type -
Just a sad - runnin' through the crew, type -
I got a bad - at home, voodoo type -
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group, type -
That's some thick -, I just thought you knew, type -
I just tricked off, I don't just usually do this type -
Pockets racked up, all blue, type -
Bunch of rich -, - get confused, type -
Atlanta -, I live like Tina Turner, type -
On camera, knockin' jaws loose, type -
I canceled her, kick her out the stu', type -
A silent hitter, I just keep it cool with you -
A solid -, countin' dog food, type -
Movin' through the city with your boo, type -
She's ready to suck me up like soup, type -
You goin' against the guys, and you gon' lose, type -
Pray to God I ain't knock you out your s-, type - (type -)
Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue, type -
Put the Double O in a mood
Serotonin, that's a cool technique
-, mix it with blues (alright)
East Atlanta feelin' like a zoo, type mix (open up)
Shawty started strippin', takin' shrooms
Eatin' all the Percs, on some food, type - (open up)
Shawty make it work, nine-to-five type - (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food, type - (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food, type - (going up)
All the homies crushin' on some fool, type- (going up)
Floodin' out the spot, it's like a pool, type mix (add it up)
All the homies crushin' on some fool, type - (going up)
All the homies crushin' on some fool, type - (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food, type -
(Feelin' so high, I'm on the moon, type -)
Kick the slow flow, jitsu, type -
Relock my dreadlocks, I'm on bool, type -
Cook a - up like food, type -
Posted up with my dogs, Scooby Doo, type -
She grippin' all on my balls, I gotta move, type -
Diamonds, they cover my flaws, I got that brand-new, type -
Hundred round drum, make it bust, lookin' like that new, type -
All of my jeans are saggin', I think I'm moving, type -
Put the - down with the gang, now she think she my major, type -
Shawty thought she was she the one, I will forever have a boss -
The gang say rollin', count up, it's familiar, type -
Eighty-one thou' for the teeth, I still ain't smiling for this -
This - think she better than me? She on that IG model -
Shawty said I'm a superhero, so how the - I'ma hide-up -?
- Give me dome in the back, she on her bobblehead, type -
All I want is - and -, I ain't got no type -
Sippin' on drank, Pluto, hey
Sippin' my drank, Metro
Said that he my hero, type -
Might put some dollars in my glasses, woah, woah, on my Mike -
What the - y'all talking about bodies for? Y'all just type - (Pluto)
I don't hang with rats, that's some new type -
Get a - whacked on the news, type -
Sippin' drank and - on some screw, type -
Just a sad - runnin' through the crew, type -
I got a bad - at home, voodoo type -
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group, type -
Tags all over my shirt, uh, rockstar-type -
Molly all in my drink, uh, rockstar-type -
'Bout to take a - to Turks, she a monster, type -
She don't speak no English, money talk, type -
- Me, ran her mouth 'cause I'm a boss, type -