Calicoe - Get Lost [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
It's Young Calicoe, man...
Any nigga that ever did shit to me or my family, dog
You better get lost!

[Verse 1]
For that nigga that killed April, it's about to be a long night
On that Carrie block, you done picked the wrong fight
So when I catch you, I'm banging it first
I ain't trying to talk, bitch you can explain it to her
Now let's get off the subject about how I'ma kill his team
Cause I ain't trying to spill the beans
About how I'ma spill his beans
I'm riding with the realest team, Young Luck riding too
Advising you to disappear, them hoodies ain't disguising you
You think my click is sweet, because I pick a beat
And get to spitting on a track like I'm missing teeth
Nigga I know April missing me
So I'ma get the heat, spit the heat and not miss a lick that sweep
I'm at your neck, bro, for my respect though
It ain't a game when I fill you with holes; Connect Four
See you gon' make me let the TECs blow
And ever since y'all got it, y'all been [...]

[Chorus]
Any nigga that ever did shit to me or my family
Better be vanishing, cause I'ma damage him
He better get lost, bitch he better get lost
Cause I'ma let this clip toss, y'all niggas better get lost!
X2

[Verse 2]
Now let's get on this Chris dude, how do that bitch do?
Killed my auntie for nothing, I swear I'ma get you
When I catch you, I ain't gon' do you first
See I'ma tie you up and torture you
Louisville Slugger bats and do you worse
Nigga for you firing nine shots, I'ma make your spine pop
You might not even make it till no pine box
When I empty out this 9 Glock I'm trying to design spots
Taking your life, give me your livestock
Nigga it's do or die, my whole crew'll ride
Everybody on, you might as well commit suicide
You left Luck in a puddle of blood
Like my auntie was surrounded by a blood or the thugs
Now you can't even show your face, nigga you know your place
Do something to get locked up, then you know you're safe!
Don't even want the judge to hold the case
Want him to drop it, so I can cock it and pop it and blow your face

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
My momma sitting down for good, from them rounds you pulled
You probably still walk around the hood
Ayo I never did get this shit, the club had no witnesses
92 dancery, wish I can get a chance to see
The nigga that did it probably a fan of me
Listening to this song, thinking like damn it's me
I'm hollering like "Confess, nigga!"
Who popped Calicoe' mom? You are the best nigga
"Keep your head up" - that's what his preacher told him
"You ain't gon' be shit" - that's what his teacher told him
The teacher only knew the student, he ain't meet the soldier
Playing the game weekly with a wii-controller
Can't control shit, you say left then go right
You probably wouldn't understand unless it's yo' life
Momma I love you till the death of me
Blessed to see you ain't gone, but you ain't standing strong
Who's selfish? I guess it's me

[Chorus]