WB III Lyrics – Flenn

WB III Lyrics Meaning

[Couplet 1]
He’s setting the vibe for a night that’s deep and moody, with music playing and his bro beside him, ready for whatever. There’s no time to waste—he’s caught up in real stuff, making moves and drawing out his emotions like art, where love and passion are burning strong. While some kids are entertained by drama and online fights, he’s focused on making legit money without getting involved in shady stuff. He speaks in short, sharp lines that hit hard, and while some roll up in fancy cars like a Mercedes, others are just catching the tram—big contrast in lifestyles. There’s danger too, like running over something bloody with a tire, hinting at violence or past messes he’s been through, all without wasting time on games. He wanted honesty, but got cold treatment instead. The girl said he was boring, like an English class. He reflects on how people fall between joy and problems, pride and showing off, being far from home and being in their country. If there’s no real opportunity, he disappears, and his life feels stuck, like being locked in without the key.

[Refrain]
He’s comparing the vibe to chilling in Bali—relaxed, smooth. But then things flip fast, wild like Italy or intense like Mali. He’s driving calmly but with power, no need to force anything. In his neighborhood, he draws his weapon like a katana, and people in the rap scene react in awe. Even when he moves solo and leaves a mark, others want to collab like it’s high fashion.

[Couplet 2]
He’s coming in from afar, riding a wave like a pro surfer, keeping his distance from fake people and leaving behind bitterness. No matter what, he’ll never drop his pride, no matter how hard things get. He notices some competitors are insecure, while he keeps rapping and people even think he’s got therapist vibes with his depth. He’s all about stacking numbers and success, to the point of crashing Excel. He wants a slim size but flexes in oversized boots—showing a mix of ambition and style. He’s ready to do everything again if needed, and even when things go wrong, he’ll keep moving forward. He walks alone, no co-pilot, handling every conversation like a boss. Behind him, his neighborhood’s strong, and when he throws shade, he means it—he doesn’t just talk to hurt. There’s money and fame, and with that comes drama. He’s cool with girls, not looking for attention. People fight over nothing while he stays calm. They loved him back in 2016 when he was wild, and now even his enemies show their true colors. He sees through fake rappers pretending to be street, but they can’t handle real pressure. His hood is tough, and he wonders how those fake ones even got there.

[Refrain]
In his mind, everything feels chill like being in Bali, but life spins around fast like cars in Italy, with gunfire sounds adding tension. It’s the same wild energy like in Mali. He’s driving cool and steady, showing control with quality. In his area, he pulls out a blade like a ninja, and other rappers are stunned. Even when he does his thing alone and leaves scars behind, those same artists want to team up like they’re high-end fashion brands. The chorus repeats to lock in the image of this wild, stylish, confident energy that runs through both his world and his music.