Frank Murphy ft. Smoke DZA, ElCamino, Estee Nack, Flee Lord & Stove God Cooks de Westside Gunn

Westside Gunn

WHO MADE THE SUNSHINE

12 de septiembre de 2024

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Significado de Frank Murphy ft. Smoke DZA, ElCamino, Estee Nack, Flee Lord & Stove God Cooks

La canción "Frank Murphy" de Westside Gunn, incluido en su álbum "WHO MADE THE SUNSHINE", se presenta como una compilación de versos donde diferentes artistas colaboran para ofrecer un relato crudo y visceral acerca de la vida en la calle, el hustling y las dinámicas del mundo del hip-hop. Este trabajo, lanzado en octubre de 2020, refleja no solo el estilo distintivo de Westside Gunn, que combina letras introspectivas con referencias culturales ricas, sino también sus interacciones dentro del círculo de Griselda Records.

El significado detrás de la letra es una amalgama de experiencias personales y narrativas sobre la lucha diaria. Cada verso proporciona una ventana a un mundo donde la violencia, el crimen y la búsqueda de riqueza están interconectados. El protagonista establece su lugar dentro de esta narrativa al autoidentificarse como alguien que ha superado adversidades y ha triunfado materialmente. Frases como "I ain't sayin' I'm the end all, be all" reflejan una mezcla de humildad y confianza desbordante que caracteriza a muchos artistas del género.

Hay un tono emocional palpable en esta canción; aunque rebosante de bravata e intensidad típica del hip-hop, también se deslizan momentos de melancolía al recordar a amigos perdidos y tiempos pasados más sencillos. Al mencionar a figuras importantes en su vida durante sus versos, como Fuji y Diamond, el protagonista evoca nostalgia por quienes compartieron su camino. Esta dualidad entre orgullo por los logros alcanzados y tristeza por las pérdidas sufridas teje un hilo narrativo poderoso.

Uno de los mensajes ocultos en "Frank Murphy" es la crítica implícita hacia los juicios superficiales sobre las personas que viven estilos de vida alternativos. La línea "Don't ever judge a book by the cover" señala una lucha constante contra los estereotipos que enfrentan aquellos inmersos en el negocio ilegal o marginados por la sociedad. Existen razones más profundas detrás de estas decisiones; es tanto una supervivencia personal como una resistencia sistémica.

El tono general lo equipara con otras obras contemporáneas en el ámbito del rap que abordan temas similares desde perspectivas variadas. Por ejemplo, se puede comparar con el estilo lírico de Nas o Biggie Smalls que incorporaba historias reales llenas de dureza pero también humanidad y reflexión. Aquí encontramos paralelismos con “Juicy” o “The Message”, donde también hay relatos robustos entrelazando lucha social y aspiraciones personales.

En cuanto al contexto cultural, "Frank Murphy" llega después del renacer del hip-hop underground gracias a sellos como Griselda Records pero también refleja las tensiones sociales crecientes hasta 2020, exacerbadas aún más por movimientos antiracistas globales. En este sentido, escuchar esta pieza musical permite vislumbrar cómo estos conflictos sociales influyen directamente no solo en la música sino también en las vidas personales del artista.

Con respecto a aspectos técnicos e interesantes sobre su producción, Westside Gunn utiliza típicos beats convencionales adecuados para crear ese ambiente nostálgico pero actualizado propio del formato boom bap clásico. Este estilo aporta autenticidad al mensaje subyacente presente bajo cada verso cargado simbolismo urbano.

Finalmente, escuchar "Frank Murphy" nos permite sumergirnos tanto en las verdades difíciles concebidas tras estas letras crudas como apreciar un sentido profundo cuando se habla sobre lealtades perdidas e identidades forjadas bajo fuego directo. Este enfoque honesto hace que cada reproductor obtenga distintas dimensiones narrativas según sus propias experiencias vividas; después todo lo vivido por esos personajes podría resonar dándonos espacio para reflexionar sobre nuestras propias realidades contemporáneas – incluso quizás dejando entrever dilemas morales complejos impulsados no solo por ambición sino también por circunstancias ajenas individuales.

Interpretación del significado de la letra realizada con IA.

Letra de Frank Murphy ft. Smoke DZA, ElCamino, Estee Nack, Flee Lord & Stove God Cooks

C-C-C-Conductor
Ah

Stovie's home, I spin keys to gold
Saran wrap on the floor, been rippin' 'em like Bruce Bowen
My young boy got the pole, his stock went up though (Ha)
He said now he want twenty thousand to get him gone (Hahaha)
I said, "Last week, you shot a nigga over an emoji" (He did)
Followed him home and ran him up the steps like Stallone (Brr, bap, bap)
With the Uzi bag on to catch the shells like Julio Jones (Brr, bap, bap, bap)
My plug look like Razor Ramon (Woo)
I ain't sayin' I'm the end all, be all
Man, fuck it, I'm the end all, be all (Fuck it)
We laughin' at the list they ain't puttin' me on (Hahaha, ah)
High steppin' on thе bricks like Deion
I fucked up this summеr (I did)
Make sure you tell 'em niggas back there in the office countin' numbers (Tell 'em)
Don't ever judge a book by the cover
Bitch, judge a cook by how it bubble (Stove)

Yeah, yeah (Oh)
Pagin' Conductor Nack, nigga
Superman Nack (Yeah)
Captain Nack Sparrow (Ahaha, oh)
El verdadero pirata, tú me entiendes
Entregamos las que (Coño)
Y'all niggas know the story (Arriba)
It's all glory (lo daddy)
Ayo (Uh huh)

I need my niggas to come back from the past
Without me havin' to manifest through this fly livin' (I miss my niggas)
My nigga Fuji was the heart of mine, Tragic Allies (Fuj)
My nigga Diamond was my partner and my first barber (Man, that's your barber)
That nigga had me late night, studio with all the guala, guala niggas
Talkin' numbers (), now the hustlers be jumpin' like "Cowabunga" (Trap)
Hit you niggas with fat shit, treinta y uno
Was never twenty eight (Official), never needed to hustle OT
But niggas will come from OT to see me (What you need?)
So my connection was impeccable, now exceptional (Yeah)
Bones used to bring them through when they was blue (Adlib), he let me hold a few
Then the feds came to RICO, the pressure was uncontrollable, yo (Woo)
It's time to get this money back and longer (Let's get this back)
Better have your ratchet on you, Crips California (Crips)
Dominicans don't play, from Washington Heights to Lynn to Lawrence
Santa Domingo get the grams of the grasses to the gringo
You focusin' on your next single (What's wrong with you?), I'm with your bitch tryna mingle
Riches, Puerto Rico, Francisco, bring 'em in through Haiti
Coast guard easier to pay off (Toma!)
We ain't playin' games and ain't tryna take the day off (Woah)
2010, I made a hundred in the street, niggas was furious
Thotties watch my elevation and plus weird niggas hatin' on me
And they was curious (Damn), lactose made our livin' luxurious (Woah)
Everything we touch in a Golden State like the Warriors, nigga (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Yeah, shit's alchemy, my nigga
Woah, gold Versace frame, live glorious (Bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, yeah)
You know the story kid

You know, nigga, you know
Nigga, you know
Nigga, you know
Nigga, you know the vibes, yo, uh

These niggas hate to see me winnin' (They hate that)
I fell off the jungle gym and then I started whippin'
Right at the blink of an eye, we went from slapboxin' to pistol fights (Bow, bow)
My lil' Puerto Rican bitch'll come give you a kiss goodnight (Mwah)
A sniff of white shit, you fuck around, that was impolite
Baby, I'm just livin' my life (Shit, you good?), you only get one, so just live it right
None of this shit came overnight, took so many long days of sacrifice
I'm just livin' my afterlife, just made another twenty thousand sittin' at the light (That's my word)
They say to raise a man it take a village, uh (That was bullshit)
I run a real business, I ain't just tryna maintain an image (For real)
And talk niggas to death 'bout how I'm a crazy spitter
But I will talk your ass to death 'bout how I made six figures (Let's talk about it)
And as far as the ones left, ain't that many real niggas (Not at all)
I was thinkin' small too 'til my money got bigger (Real shit)
Niggas couldn't fuck with me since ElCamino One (At all)
Richest nigga under 30 and that's on my son (Lord, Lord)

Wrist on Bruce Banner, my clique brought a few blammers (Huh)
Flee, I'm finna make a movie, watch me whip on two cameras (Whip, whip)
Have to flip the weight, my savage just ate
Talkin' 'bout ones, pussy, get you smacked with this eight (Get 'em)
Fishscale fryin' while your clique still lyin' (Clique still lyin')
Ain't no plastic on my ratchet, nigga, this real iron, uh
Me and Lord West connect, down in some set with vests
Twenty shots in the sky, nigga, come catch the rest (Brr)
Big choppas rollin' in the cherry red Bentley (Skrrt)
Yeah, I'm light on my feet, but I'm heavy with the semi (Boom, boom)
Rockin' Palm Angels, youngins poppin' long bangers
Yeah, you know the vibes, when I pop up, the song changes (Facts)
Flee Delgado, three plates for a verse (Uh huh)
You can hate, but I'll wipe you off the face of the Earth, uh (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Bustin' two fifties, left some resi' on the counter
Phone ringin' off the hook, the cook be ready in an hour, huh (Whip, whip, whip)
I said the phone ringin' off the hook (Whip), be ready in an hour

Kushed God, bitch
The FLYGOD sent the smoke signal and I appeared out the pound
I'm gon' give you a little gem
You wanna see a nigga socially distant
Give a broke nigga a ten-pack
Right, look

I represent the hustlers, the dons, rap purists (Woah)
Seperate the bosses from bums, pack stealers (Right)
I never wanna hear about consignment and stats serious (Really)
I don't take advice from niggas that fly Spirit (You can't trust a nigga that fly Spirit)
Top tier since my appearance (Uh)
They frontin' on you, tell 'em SMD, that's what the Henny said (Hahaha)
Sayin' I'm underrated, who made the ratings anyway?
Hundred million dollar thinker, you won't just pay me anything (Uh)
Forty one millimeters, kit purchase (Right)
Wifey got some start up money, no big purses (Right)
Can't put you in position, it's a disservice (Uh)
And I still get emotional when I hear Nip verses (My nigga)
Victory Lap as I'm burnin' this ounce (Uh)
Run down on you with burners, they sendin' threats from burner accounts (Damn)
More work, I done furthered the count
You been hustlin' all your life and still, you ain't earn this amount
They like "Don't fuck up the price, DZA" (Ha)
Doggy, your method ain't workin', throw your hustle in rice, nigga
Night night, niggas (Brr)

Ayo, the K shooter (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
It'll spray in your face like Great Muta (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I break the big eight on the forty settin' plate, I keep a bitch like Luna Vachon
Take 'em to the country, triple my bomb
Triple H with the sledgehammer (Ah)
Meet me with three shooters at the rec, that's Fed grammar (Woo)
Two books got me a veggie roll
Locked down at ten, I got the microwave from 9:50, don't touch my shit (Ah)
Cut the bottom of the mop bucket, don't get none to NO
I told him he can get in with an onion
He was frontin' like he had one, that's why them Latin Kings stabbed him already
He had the joint on him, ain't shot nothin'
Law library bloody, CO time to slip those
Somethin' with a fat ass, I been coulda fucked her, who last digits 0-5-5?
Children hospital niggas, every time we wake up, somebody gon' die (Somebody gon' die)

Ayo, remember T-Dot, nigga
We used to cut the bottom of the motherfuckin' mop buckets, nigga
Put six rices and motherfuckin' eight soups in that shit
Mrs. Dash and Goya
I don't know what the fuck, I don't know what all the seasonings you had
But nigga, when you dumped the rice out, nigga, the bottom of that shit was burgundy, nigga
We don't fuckin' play around
I want ten green, all that shit
0-5-5, nigga
Free Sly, he 0-19 though
Free DC Black
Ah
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