Complex - Ransom [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: Complex]

I take compliments lightly
Just in case they try to spite me
Bitches fake way more than likely
Smile, but still claim they don't like me
Heart full of gas, it passes slightly
Pop bottles with my enemies
Kindness kills them softly
I got money out the asssss
They checking my stool
I'm a flashy type of person
But that's just how I do
Money ain't everything
Cause money is the only thing
Bitch I'm richer than you
Bitch I'm sicker than you
And my swag is down packed you can't catch this flu
Epidemic
This verse is authentic
That means I got
Wanna be's, trynna be. who I'm trynna be
Telling yall that I'm gonna be
Bigger thann you're imagining
Martin Luther, he had a dream
And I'm soaring with mines
To be this rapping Queen
Niggas buzzing off my hive
They trynna taste this honey
But never getting what's inside
See I'd rather get this money
Care too much about what's mine
And if I like yours, I'll take it
See this rap shit is easy
I just came to prove I'll make it
Grown woman business
Leave the bullshit for the children
And I'm never holding grudges
Just know I'm never forgetting
And yall thought I was finished
Let me get back to the top
I told yall this shit was easy
So why the fuck would I stop?
Not till I'm on clouds
And the top is near
Only competition is Nicki..
So the lanes are clear
See, Complex is my name
And I'm coming for the Kingdom
Fuck the crown, I sport a Halo
Just to flaunt my wisdom
Where my wand at?
Baby hand me that
I'm casting spells on this track
Can you handle that?
Drake and Wayne killed it once
But I brought it back to life
Now I pass my baby Chuckie
This muhh fucking pipe
So we can sit back
Relax and smoke
Think about the times
When we ain't have shit
But shit now I'm rich
So you know I sleep real nice
I remember when I took you people for your shit
So glad I glo'd up
Now I take you suckas for the ring pops you is
Real don't fucking claim they real
Real just get right up and go
Ain't gotta speak my truth
My truth speaks for its fucking self
Keep telling yall I'm Complex
Can't wait to watch my album sell
Off the shelves
My shit platinum
Independent artist?
Wow
I may mention things I don't have
God it's a thank you in advance
Cause I live, breathe, through your hands
If I keep pleasing you, I'll stand
Up so much higher than them
I know, I know I'm the man
But the whole world is omitted
To how I be fucking killing
These 808s, beats and buildings
I shut it down, upon entering
Don't walk alone, I'm with plenty
In case some faces need fixing
This life I'm made for, that's fitting
I'm finna' rack up these riches
I meannnn.. look at me
Beautiful as can be
Foundation never smears my sleeve
My skin is flawless, there's no need
Unless I'm a kill the scene
Then Nai will have my face beat
In my own skin
On ten times ten
That's how it feels
To feel like me
And . I'm . still . go - ing . in
But I'm a wrap it up
Basically all I mean
Is that hip hop is stuck
Here to revive the shit
That allows my life to love
Fu fu ass music
My generation's bound to suck..
So I'm a suck em' up
And blow em' back wisdom
I'm in it classy not trashy
But excuse my French a lot
I do make mistakes
But believe I handle mine
Again, my name is Complex
Take it all
The world is mine
I said my name is Complex
Want it all
Every dollar sign