Chubby Jag - Grindin Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
Yea I'm the realest out get real, I carry big steel
Get out of line you could get killed, I pull them triggers six speal
Fuck around get your strip pealed, bullets flying everybody dying nigga big deal
Oh yeah I'm super paid, hot king Cooper made
In my own column, got a problem we can shoot the fade
Or just shoot it out the AR on me, I'm in Philly big smoking with AR homie
Chubby, yea I'm overpaid but I'm underrated
Funny how I got Brooklyn niggas saying son the greatest
Niggas hate cause I'm the one, the matrix
And I'm cocky, you would cry if you just knew what niggas done to make it
They call me Black Mamba, you know we just scored
Bitches tat my name on their body, graffiti whores
I bet they hate, when I told them they finna' see me more
But I ain't on that fake rapping shit, this ain't CB4
You can't overlook a nigga, talk over the words
That's how a nigga gets slumped and he over the curb
It ain't my fault a nigga shit sounding over superb
Mike Tyson child life, had to look over the birds
Usually key p, brutally beat beats
Music put me into deep sleep, this how a [beast?] sleep
Back again like a 3 peat, so they repeat me
Got them in check, nigga certified no retweets
Chubby lets be clear, I got them popping buz
But if them niggas talking guns, then I'm popping slugs
We be popping them bad hoes in a popping club
I taught them how to move the rock, like Stockton does
Really we working holmes, that's the only option out
You got a problem, fuck a drive by we hopping out
There ain't no copping out, a nigga spit steel hard
Real bars, lil nigga balling like a kill card
Chubby