Teary Eyed Lyrics – Chuckyy

Teary Eyed Lyrics Meaning

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Chuckyy starts by talking about how chaotic everything around him is. There’s so much going on in his life that it’s hard to stay focused. Even when he’s trying to rest at night, he’s dealing with fights, either physically or mentally—it’s like the streets never sleep. He can’t trust anyone, not even his own blood, because betrayal can come from the closest people. He’s seen his own brother get people killed, and that’s the type of world he’s living in.

He warns people that trying anything slick could get them hurt fast. He casually mentions being with an Instagram girl, showing how casual and transactional relationships feel to him now. His little brother doesn’t even know how to read but already knows the name Benjamin Franklin, which is slang for hundred-dollar bills. That shows how early money and street life get introduced in his world. He and his friend Melly drink lean, a common way to escape the stress and pain. Mixing it with soda like Crush is how they usually do it, and it puts them in a slow, hazy state.

When the police show up, he plays dumb, acting like he doesn’t know anything. There’s a line about someone being left behind in a pretty messy situation, showing how things can turn violent or dirty real quick. In Chicago, which is often called “the ‘Raq” like Iraq because of the violence, people fight and kill for no reason. The younger generation wants to be like him, but they don’t know the weight that comes with that life.

Now he talks about his group, Bloodbathh, saying they’ve grown so much in the streets that they’re more noticeable than even his TV screen. He’s cut ties with even close family like his auntie, which suggests trust issues and tension within his circle. People switch up easily, and things can change fast when others start whispering in someone’s ear.

He briefly brings up a girl who’s probably cool but not loyal or reliable. Then he switches to talking about how if you’re not part of his group, you could easily get robbed or stuck up. His group even takes other people’s Cuban link chains. He disses someone who’s got a gun but doesn’t use it, calling them fake. Then he goes back to a s*xual moment, but it’s followed by something deeper—he doesn’t hang out with random dudes. The people he’s around are like family to him. He’s got expensive jewelry, but it almost weighs him down emotionally—it’s not all glamor.

He mentions his girl matching his fly (style), and she respects him as an artist. He’s aware of how police profile him, but he’s not scared of anyone. He recalls falling asleep in the back of a luxury car while high, only to wake up to police pulling them over. Every guy who’s dissed him ended up getting shot, according to him. The weed they smoke is high quality (“za”), and people who act dumb get dealt with quickly.

If someone hasn’t been through this street life before, they have no business being in the car with him. Everything feels like a movie, full of action and drama, like something out of Iron Man. He calls someone a “baby boy” with no courage and makes it clear his crew is real. He didn’t go far in school, but he’s not dumb. People thought he’d end up dead or in jail, but he flips that on them, saying we all die anyway—he’s just living his life.

He’s riding in a fast, loud Jeep, and even grown women are after him. But instead of focusing on them, he’s focused on counting money. He doesn’t waste time or cash on meaningless things. Some people are slow and clueless, but he’s never betrayed his brothers. Some of them had it rough growing up, and others made it through by sticking together. He’s got people ready to take action with just a signal.

He’s not one to chill with mainstream rappers—he prefers to be with people from the trenches. His crew moves weight, meaning they’re still in the drug game, stacking money. If you’re not really part of the team, he knows you’re fake. His gun isn’t just for show; it works like magic when needed. He also calls out a girl for pretending to be thick when she’s not, and others for acting tough but being fake.

He’s in a Lamborghini truck, one of the fastest, and even tries to race boats for fun. He’s known for being quick in everything—driving, moves, decisions. He’s into good-looking women, but he admits it’s both a blessing and a curse, probably because it brings attention and distractions. He’s not trying to catch feelings or get involved too deeply. After one hookup, he keeps it moving. He’s living fast, feeling like he’s out of this world.

Even after losing $10,000 on Saturday, he bounced back with $40,000 the next day. That’s how fast things can change when you’re grinding like he is. He’s focused on stacking cash, while others just talk too much. When they talk reckless, his crew pulls up right to their homes. His bullets go through walls, but he also makes a point—just having guns and violence doesn’t make someone truly gangster.

His pockets are stuffed with cash, and he compares them to Megan Thee Stallion’s curves. Love isn’t in him anymore—he doesn’t trust or get emotionally attached to women. He compares dunking on people in basketball to dominating in the streets, even calling out big names like Wemby (Victor Wembanyama). He’s got a reputation in the city and is getting attention for both his hustle and his music.

Money and lean come to him like they’re attracted to him. But he knows the drink is messing up his body, especially his kidneys. He calls out others for sipping the weaker version of lean—green—saying they’re not on his level. He’s got fast cars that do wheelies and compares smashing things to how hard NBA players play, like someone from the Memphis Grizzlies.

He calls out fake people who act suspect and says he doesn’t do free promo for anybody. Even though he’s tough, he admits gangsters cry too—it’s just been a long time since he let himself cry. He wants his money now and doesn’t see why it should be delayed. He brags about a girl who’s amazing in bed and calls her the “throat G.O.A.T.” Still, he’s not spending money to impress women—if anything, he’ll treat her to dinner at a fancy spot like Maestro’s and take her to a high-rise penthouse.

While he’s high and his eyes are closed, his right-hand man Milly D is keeping things secure. He calls out someone for acting out of pocket and compares someone to a controller getting pushed by a girl, saying real men don’t let that happen. His crew is making money while the enemies struggle. He’s living fast in a Hellcat and smoking strong weed that hits so hard it makes your eyes water—hence the name “Teary Eyed.” When people see them, they get scared and run. That’s not an exaggeration—his crew leaves people terrified. He even describes graphic scenes of violence, showing how deep the streets really get.

He ends by pointing out that the same people who act tough are usually the ones running away when real stuff happens. He’s tired of fake people making assumptions, and says he doesn’t even need a gun sometimes—he’ll throw hands and handle it old-school.