The collaborative effort between 21 Savage and Doja Cat, "n.h.i.e.," from the album "american dream," brings a mix of braggadocio and assertiveness, typical of the hip-hop/rap genre. While the track rides on a catchy beat, it falls short in delivering substance, resorting to clichéd themes and stereotypes.
The lyrics of "n.h.i.e." revolve around familiar tropes of wealth, bravado, and a dismissive attitude towards adversaries. The repeated emphasis on materialism, from "havin' plaques on plaques" to boasting about expensive accessories, offers little in terms of originality. The verses lack depth, relying on superficial narratives that contribute little to the overall substance of the song.
One notable aspect is the collaboration with Doja Cat, who attempts to inject a more introspective angle. However, even her verses struggle to break free from the shackles of stereotypical hip-hop themes. Lines like "I would never start no petty beef that do not fly" and "I don't beeline to no D like, I don't be like none these bitches" seem like half-hearted attempts at self-awareness but fail to resonate with authenticity.
The song fails to break new ground in terms of creativity. The verses seem to follow a cookie-cutter formula of boasting about success, material wealth, and a nonchalant attitude towards the opinions of others. The repetitive nature of the lyrics leaves the listener craving for more substance and originality.
From a musical standpoint, "n.h.i.e." relies on a familiar hip-hop beat that doesn't bring anything particularly innovative to the table. While the production is polished and suits the genre, it lacks the experimental elements that could elevate the song beyond the confines of predictability.
Check out the lyric "n.h.i.e" below.
Ahem (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, sheesh)
That ain't something I would do (that ain't something, that ain't something)
Hell nah, let you slide like it's cool (that ain't something, that ain't-)
Nigga, hell nah, fake the truth (yeah, yeah)
Play by rules (yeah, yeah)
Play with you (yeah, yeah)
That ain't something I would do
I'm havin' plaques on plaques (okay)
You niggas' streams, ain't that (okay)
I done seen a hater get whacked (okay)
Hit him nine times, he a cat (okay)
I grew up on the East, no cap (okay)
Green Card, green tips in the strap (okay)
Keep talkin' 'bout where I was born (okay)
Like a nigga wanna still get clapped (okay)
She sits on the wood, no splinter (facts)
New money like I got a printer (facts)
I ain't buyin' these bitches, I rent 'em (facts)
These porcelain teeth, they not dentures (facts)
Big VVS stones and they twinkle (21)
I'm at Waffle House, rollin' up Sprinkle (21)
Let her ex call her phone 'til he wrinkle (21)
I'll pop at his ass, he a pimple
That ain't something I would do (that ain't something, that ain't something)
Hell nah, let you slide like it's cool (that ain't something, that ain't-)
Nigga, hell nah, fake the truth (yeah, yeah)
Play by rules (yeah, yeah)
Play with you (yeah, yeah)
That ain't something I would do
Yeah, I would never lie (ad-lib)
I would never try (ad-lib)
I would never holler at you, I would never cry
I would never start no petty beef that do not fly (ad-lib)
I would never put myself beneath one of my idols
I wouldn't submit (money), I'd make you submissive
I can't fuck nobody man, but old girl need that assistance
I don't beeline to no D like, I don't be like none these bitches
If I feel like havin' free time, hit the seaside with them fishes
Yeah, yeah
That ain't something I would do (that ain't something, that ain't something I would do)
Hell nah, let you slide like it's cool (that ain't something, that ain't something I would do)
Nigga, hell nah, fake the truth (yeah, yeah)
Play by rules (yeah, yeah) (play by rules)
Play with you (yeah, yeah) (play with you)
That ain't something I would do (bitch, it's okay)
That ain't something I would do
Written: Kurtis Mckenzie / Paul Jefferies / Douglas Ford / Michael Jemitope Abiola Olusol Orabiyi / Amala Zandile Dlamini / Jonah Stevens / Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph
n.h.i.e. lyrics © Slaughter Gang
"n.h.i.e." by 21 Savage and Doja Cat falls victim to the pitfalls of generic hip-hop themes and fails to offer a fresh perspective. While the collaboration between the two artists holds promise, the song's reliance on worn-out narratives makes it a forgettable addition to the genre. A departure from clichés and a more thoughtful approach to lyrical content could have transformed this track from a mundane endeavor into a memorable piece of art.
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