I Be So Glad When the Sun Goes Down

Im tryin' floss like RakimSo Im spending everything from my deal, bitch The lyrics of "I Be So Glad When the Sun Goes Down" by Ed Lewis are complex and delve into topics that are not always easy to understand. The song appears to be about the pursuit of wealth, fame, and status in a

I Be So Glad When the Sun Goes Down
Ed Lewis Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴My momma raised me up in the era when
Papa was gone
He was servin′ coke and heroin
Writin' raps, you woulda thought I had help
But niggas frontin′
Fuck it, I'll just keep these beats for myself
You see, it's broke nigga hatin′
That′s the Internet shit, talkin' on the low And it′s rich nigga hatin'
That′s don't let him in, that nigga might blow
All I want′s some money, some hoes, and champagne
A boat, some smoke, fur coats
Slick Rick chains and a damn plane
Gotta put on for my niggas
Whippin' without the pain
So I'm spending everything
Just to look good with my gang
New chains
So I guess we the new slaves
New chains, bitch...
You see it′s Beamers
And it′s Honda, love
Only one'll get the fucked
The other, not as much
You see, it′s Ninas and it's Monicas
Both crazy ′bout the dick, so they swallow nuts
Lobster, mac and cheese, and fire weed
That's the combination
It′s the fucking House of Hit
That? congregation
Hallelujah, halleluhjah
We just brought in three more cases
KKKin' bottles of dark
Thought the whole party was racist
I'm workin′ hard for a check
Just to put it on my neck
A nigga with a new chain
Now that′s that James Somersett
Now that's that James Somersett
Now that′s that James Somersett
A nigga with a new chain
Now that's that James Somersett
But fuck it
I know you′ve seen Baby on TV
Cause I've seen him too
Watchin′ 'em too
Wishin' that was me and my crew
Real life ghetto kings, my stuntin′ idols
Understood what that message was
Cash Money was them fly niggas
I wanted everything except the love
Soon as my cake up, I′m going straight up to Jacob
And I'mma spend it all
Blowin′ everything that I was supposed to save up
Now Jesus had skin to...
So I pay my tithe that was owed
And used the rest of my green
To turn my Jesus into gold
I turn my Jesus into gold, I turn my Jesus into gold
So either way we're still slavin′
Just hanging from a different rope
This just my song of honesty
Nigga, fuck your philosophy
Gotta ball out by any means
Even if it's at the swap meet
You know where Ben Baller be
We know them hoes wanna see
We know them hoes wanna see
Nigga, we′ll get fresh before we eat
So no, don't sweat the technique
I'm tryin′ shine like Eric B

I′m tryin' floss like Rakim
So I′m spending everything from my deal, bitch


Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "I Be So Glad When the Sun Goes Down" by Ed Lewis are complex and delve into topics that are not always easy to understand. The song appears to be about the pursuit of wealth, fame, and status in a society that places a high value on material possessions. The artist talks about the struggle of growing up without a father and the impact it had on his life. He raps about the realities of living in a society that is divided by wealth and how this affects relationships between people. The artist talks about the pressure to “front” or pretend to be someone he is not to fit in with his peers.


The lyrics also touch on themes of slavery and the legacy of oppression in America. The artist compares the pursuit of wealth and material possessions to being enslaved with “new chains.” He references James Somersett, a man who was enslaved in England and fought for his freedom in court. The artist suggests that even with the wealth he has obtained, he still feels enslaved by societal pressures and expectations.


Overall, the lyrics of "I Be So Glad When the Sun Goes Down" suggest that the pursuit of wealth and status can be detrimental to one's mental and emotional health. The artist seems to be grappling with the weight of societal expectations and the need to achieve success at any cost.


Line by Line Meaning

My momma raised me up in the era when
I was brought up in a time when


Papa was gone
My father was absent


He was servin′ coke and heroin
He was a drug dealer


Writin' raps, you woulda thought I had help
I wrote my own songs and they were that good


But niggas frontin′
But people are pretending


Fuck it, I'll just keep these beats for myself
I don't mind keeping my beats to myself


You see, it's broke nigga hatin′
There's jealousy between poor people


That′s the Internet shit, talkin' on the low
That's what people say behind others' backs online


And it′s rich nigga hatin'
There's also jealousy among wealthy people


That′s don't let him in, that nigga might blow
They are afraid someone might surpass them


All I want′s some money, some hoes, and champagne
I want wealth, women, and luxury items


A boat, some smoke, fur coats
I also want a boat, drugs, and fur clothing


Slick Rick chains and a damn plane
I desire expensive jewelry and a private plane


Gotta put on for my niggas
I have to impress my friends


Whippin' without the pain
I'm making money easily


So I'm spending everything
I'm wasting all of my money


Just to look good with my gang
To impress my friends


New chains
Buying new jewelry


So I guess we the new slaves
We are still slaves to our desires for material things


New chains, bitch...
Buying new jewelry, damn...


You see it′s Beamers
There's rivalry between BMW and Honda car owners


And it′s Honda, love
I prefer Honda cars


Only one'll get the fucked
Choosing one over the other has consequences


The other, not as much
The other option is not as favored


You see, it's Ninas and it's Monicas
There's competition between different women


Both crazy ′bout the dick, so they swallow nuts
Both are sexually promiscuous


Lobster, mac and cheese, and fire weed
I enjoy expensive food and drugs


That's the combination
That's my preferred choice


It's the fucking House of Hit
It's my party crew


That? congregation
That's my group of friends


Hallelujah, halleluhjah
Praising material things


We just brought in three more cases
We just got more alcohol


KKKin' bottles of dark
Drinking dark liquor


Thought the whole party was racist
I thought everyone was against me


I'm workin' hard for a check
I'm making money with effort


Just to put it on my neck
Just to spend it on jewelry


A nigga with a new chain
Feeling good with my new jewelry


Now that's that James Somersett
Now I feel like a wealthy slave owner


But fuck it
I don't care


I know you′ve seen Baby on TV
You've seen the wealthy and successful rapper Lil Wayne


Cause I've seen him too
I have also seen him on TV


Watchin' 'em too
Admiring him


Wishin' that was me and my crew
Wishing me and my friends were just as successful


Real life ghetto kings, my stuntin′ idols
My role models are successful gang members


Understood what that message was
I knew what they were trying to say


Cash Money was them fly niggas
Cash Money Records was the successful crew


I wanted everything except the love
I wanted their success, but not their emotional bonds


Soon as my cake up, I'm going straight up to Jacob
When I make money, I'll buy expensive jewelry from Jacob & Co.


And I'mma spend it all
I'm going to spend all my money


Blowin′ everything that I was supposed to save up
I'm irresponsibly spending my savings


Now Jesus had skin to...
Comparing Jesus' skin color to my desire for wealth


So I pay my tithe that was owed
I give some money to church


And used the rest of my green
And spend the rest of my money


To turn my Jesus into gold
Buying expensive jewelry with religious symbols


So either way we're still slavin′
We are still enslaved to material desires


Just hanging from a different rope
Just in a different situation


This just my song of honesty
This is just an honest expression of myself


Nigga, fuck your philosophy
I don't care about your beliefs


Gotta ball out by any means
I have to achieve success no matter what


Even if it's at the swap meet
Even if it's by buying cheap things


You know where Ben Baller be
You know where the famous jeweler Ben Baller is


We know them hoes wanna see
We know women want to see us with nice things


Nigga, we′ll get fresh before we eat
We'll dress nicely before we go out to eat


So no, don't sweat the technique
Don't worry about how I do it


I'm tryin' shine like Eric B
I'm trying to be successful like Eric B


I'm tryin' floss like Rakim
I'm trying to show off like Rakim


So I'm spending everything from my deal, bitch
I'm wasting all of the money I made from my record deal


Writer(s): Ed Lewis

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