Bryant Dope - QB [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
QB, what’s up
NY, what’s up
Worldwide, what’s up

[Verse 1]
I wake up, spark a blunt
Contemplate on what I want
Cold cut, slicing up my speaker like a butcher, son
Iron lungs, white smoke like fishscale from Columbians
Meditate and keep positive like a Buddhist monk
My niggas keep the piece by their side
They ain’t the only one
Keep it in my dome, peaceful thoughts in my home
It’s hard to keep it steady with the world always moving
It’s hard to trust females when these hoes try to use ‘em
My nigga said remember your morals and what you stand for
The game is the devil, a soul snatcher always want more
Agreed as my ash hit his dashboard
Said I’m about my cash more
And niggas keeping peace is like jigsaws
Catch me bumpin' bass, shaking off floor boards
Store whores, pussy shake when I make the kitty purr
Why you try to buy fur to impress her
I’m feeling it, killing it
On your shit, she grippin’ it, nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Back to the business, my words catch nerves
So I know that you feel this
Nigga this the realest
All flows mastered like whips and mixed bastards
Ali jab cadence, delivery at its greatest
Fuck a 9 to 5 boy, I’m out here tryin' make it
Take it, Flips words till I see commas
No llamas, I packed the knowledge of a scholar
Young king looking for a crown or a dollar
No fathers, we let the street niggas guide us
Losing my religion lately, feeling godless
All I see is violence if they shit on my TV
All I see is violence if they shit in these damn streets
Only making it if I swim in the mainstream
Drowning in the real a victim, if you ask me
Evict them, the rap gods ain't happy
Rap game war, motherfucker, I’m past peace

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I’m ready for my calling, betting on my life
And you know I’m going all in, every last cent
Every check from my employment
Every dream I wrote, every line I put my all in
With every single breath that I take on daily
I exhale stress so it comes back rarely
Really I raps on the way to the deli
Now I’m in the booth and I’m smoked out heavy
Same niggas who said niggas wouldn’t listen
Out here now tryin' be my competition
But competition means that it might happen
Only way y’all winning if I stop rapping

[Hook]

[Outro]
It’s that new New York shit, nigga