$uicideboy$ – GREY+GREY+GREY. Lyrics & Meaning

$uicideboy$ – GREY+GREY+GREY : Embracing the Unshakeable Darkness

Ever feel like no matter how much you change, or how far you get in life, there’s a part of your past that’s just… stuck to you? Like a shadow you can’t outrun, a hometown accent that never fades, or a memory that shapes how you see the world today. It’s that deep-seated piece of your identity, forged in the fires of your youth, that just refuses to be scrubbed clean. It’s not always a bad thing, but it’s always there.

If that feeling resonates, then you know it’s a core human experience. But few artists capture this raw, unfiltered truth quite like the New Orleans duo, $uicideboy$. Their track “GREY+GREY+GREY” isn’t just another song about a tough upbringing; it’s a raw, defiant declaration of identity, a war cry from the shadows. So, let’s pull back the curtain and really get into the heart of what makes this track tick.

Diving into the Abyss: What Are $uicideboy$ Really Saying in “GREY+GREY+GREY”?

From the jump, this song isn’t here to make you comfortable. It’s abrasive, confident, and dripping with an atmosphere that only the cousins, $lick $loth and Ruby da Cherry, can create. It’s a journey into their psyche, where the lines between past and present, success and survival, are completely blurred into a single shade: grey.

From the Northside with No Apologies

$lick $loth kicks things off with a line that sets the entire tone for the track:

You can take me out the North, but can’t take the North up outta me
Type of motherfucker that they used to give lobotomies
Neurologically, I’m too dead to give apologies

This isn’t just a boast; it’s a statement of fact from his perspective. He’s saying his roots in the Northside of New Orleans are so deeply embedded in him that they define his very being. The references to lobotomies and feeling “neurologically dead” are a brutal, hyperbolic way of expressing a profound sense of detachment and numbness, possibly from trauma or past struggles. He’s not looking for sympathy or offering apologies for who he is. He’s simply laying it all out on the table.

And he’s definitely not interested in easy answers or new-age platitudes:

Made this shit from nothin’, bitch, I piss on your astrology
Who the fuck brought this ho and why she talking ’bout astrology?

This is a powerful rejection of anyone trying to explain his life or his struggles with simplistic labels. He built his success from the ground up, through grit and pain, not because the stars aligned. The verse then spirals into a darker, more spiritual realm with references to voodoo and the occult, grounding his persona firmly in the unique, mystical culture of New Orleans. It’s a world away from the glitz of mainstream hip-hop, a place where the “killers with no guns” are fluent in something far more ancient and terrifying.

Nightmares, Dreams, and Gator-Skin Trophies

Then, Ruby da Cherry steps in, and the narrative shifts from internal identity to the external reality of their success. But for Ruby, success didn’t erase the past; it just painted it in a different light.

Created a fuckin’ nightmare while pursuin’ all of my dreams
Hidin’ from the high beams, in the shadows lackin’ glycine

This is the great paradox of their career. They achieved their wildest dreams, but that success came with a new kind of nightmare: paranoia, constant vigilance, and an inability to rest. The mention of “St. Bernard Boulevard” grounds the story in a real New Orleans location, reminding us that these aren’t just abstract feelings but experiences tied to a specific place. The paranoia is real, not just a lyrical theme.

But here’s where Ruby’s genius shines. He takes the dangers of his environment and turns them into symbols of power and luxury. Seriously, think about this imagery for a sec:

Gators lurkin’, caught one of them, though, and made a Birkin

Wow. In one line, he perfectly encapsulates their journey. He’s taking the literal predators from his Louisiana home (gators) and transforming them into one of the most exclusive high-fashion items in the world (a Birkin bag). It’s a flex, yes, but it’s also a profound metaphor for turning danger into dominance, and survival into success. He’s not just escaping his environment; he’s conquering it and wearing it as a trophy.

Lyric: "GREY+GREY+GREY" by $uicideboy$

(Players)
(Don’t-don’t-don’t)
(Pla-players, players)
(It’s a smash)
(You did good, $lick)
Slicky the $loth, North
East Bloc
Ahh, you dig?

You can take me out the North, but can’t take the North up outta me
Type of motherfucker that they used to give lobotomies
Neurologically, I’m too dead to give apologies
Made this shit from nothin’, bitch, I piss on your astrology
Who the fuck brought this ho and why she talking ’bout astrology?
(Yeah, oh, this ho must want me to tweak out)
Huh, talk to the dead, eyes rollin’, tweakin’ up off that woo-woo
I got killers with no guns, they just fluent in voodoo
Masked up, paint their faces, turn your hood to Zulu
Akudia off that mudo, I semi that rah on sudo
I’m up at the shootout with a Prezzi, feel like Teddy Roosevelt
Swallowin’ pills, yeah, I been livin’ like I can’t wait to go to Hell
Where the competition? …
Uh-huh, that’s what I thought, now listen
Just shoot, don’t care who I’m hittin’
Fuckin’ right, I’m fucked up, probably as bad as our shippin’
Just wanna see ’em bleed, disease the industry
They gon’ see the end before they see the end of me

Woah, hahahaha

Hoppin’ out the fuckin’ porch, I stepped into a crime scene
St. Bernard Boulevard, all the shit I’ve seen, I need some Visine
Created a fuckin’ nightmare while pursuin’ all of my dreams
Hidin’ from the high beams, in the shadows lackin’ glycine
Trappin’ out the shotgun, paranoia’s not fun
Pace around my house at night strapped, I’m ready for problems
Oh, you got one? Ain’t never seen you step up
Caught you sobbin’ till the snot runs, oh no, bitch, I am not done
Gators lurkin’, caught one of them, though, and made a Birkin
Haters smirkin’, caught one of them hoes, and later flames were burnin’
I hook ’em like I’m made of verses, plague returnin’ curses
To the wicked ones who slayed the virgins, I’mma make mistakes on purpose
Uh, ten years and runnin’
Uh, ten years and gunnin’
Grind 59 ’til their faces turn grey
Black and white lights hypnotize the hive mind into slaves

Fuckin’ with that Grey 59, should know that you gon’ die with me
Die with me, die with me, know that you gon’ die with me
Fuckin’ with that straight 59, should know that you gon’ die with me
Die with me, die with me, know that you gon’ die with me
Fuckin’ with that straight
59, should know that you gon’ die with me
Die with me, die with me, know that you gon’ die with me

The Grey Pact: “You Gon’ Die With Me”

The track closes with a repetitive, chant-like outro that could easily be misinterpreted as a threat. But it’s not for outsiders; it’s for the fans, for the G59 family.

Fuckin’ with that Grey 59, should know that you gon’ die with me
Die with me, die with me, know that you gon’ die with me

This is a loyalty oath. It’s a pact. “Dying with them” isn’t about a literal end; it’s about a commitment to their philosophy. It means embracing the “grey”—the moral ambiguity, the mental health struggles, the raw and ugly truths of life that they so bravely put on display. If you’re down with G59, you’re not just a passive listener. You’re part of a tribe that understands that life isn’t black and white, and you’re willing to walk through the darkness with them, because you know they’re walking through it with you.

When you strip away the aggressive delivery and dark imagery, the message of “GREY+GREY+GREY” is one of radical self-acceptance. It’s about owning every single piece of your story—the good, the bad, and the ugly. It’s a reminder that your scars aren’t something to hide; they’re proof that you survived. The strength comes not from erasing your past, but from integrating it into who you are and using it as fuel.

Of course, that’s just my take on this incredibly dense and powerful track. The beauty of $uicideboy$’s music is how it can mean different things to different people. What does “GREY+GREY+GREY” mean to you? Did a specific line or image hit you in a different way? Let’s talk about it.

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