Bobby Capri - Gucci Loafers [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: Bobby Capri]

Uh! Flow sicker than your average
Savage with the wordplay
I've only had a birthday
7 times so far...
Leap year baby, and the good die young
So I'm good when the time come
Attitude is "Fuck it!"
Don't matter what the subject is
Along as when you spell it, you replace every "S" with a ($) dollar sign
Like A$AP
You gon think Ma$e back
I'm talking "Murda" not the pastor though
But when you passing that collection plate, you have to know
You know that God ain't got no bills
But somebody got wheels
Taller than the children looking at themselves in em
Man I'm so self-centered
Everything revolve around me
Wanna play with this revolver, but my conscious won't allow me
To play Russian Roulette
Cause then I wanna do it
Like...Bang! bang! Bang!
Blow out your brain
It's like I'm Clark Kent, but never know when to change
I'm always a day late, and dollar short
On the child support
I got one, but he got three siblings
I swear they think I'm balling, but fuck! I'm barely dribbling
Bitch is forever tripping
I'm sick of just barely living
They tell me my time is coming. Me? I don't care to listen
I never been "patient" ain't got no primary care physician
No insurance
All I have is endurance
All I have is my word and all these cowards are lying (lion)
And I ain't talking no Wizard of Oz neither
My eyes see the
Shit they try to feed us. It's laced
Untie your sneakers and slip on some Gucci loafers
I promise I'm super focused
My hand on my two cojones
So what can you do to hold us back?
I spit that "cul de sac" rap, don't hit a dead end
I see them sedatives set in
Cause everyone's sleeping on me
It's an eye for an eye...well I
Would keep one on me
Like a cyclops
With Visine eye drops
That's real shit!