D3MO - Jeremy Lin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Chorus (x2):

Mackin' on these bitches, Feelin' like I was Bernie's kin/
I'm shootin' rockets at yo bitch ass, Like I'm Jeremy Lin/
I'm playin' my point, No need for me to back it up/
I'm an All-Star baller, That's why my haters be mad as fuck/

Verse 1:

Wrinkles on my fo'head, Thinkin' 'bout gettin' mo' bread/
You tryin'a fuck wit' my money, Dawg I dare you - go ahead/
Get bodied on a beat twice, Just to make sure that you dead/
N I promised my team when that I eat, They all gone get fed/
(Huh) Metaphors wit' plenty force, Punchlines that'll knock ya out/
I came for one thing to take the crown, N you won't knock me down/
Cause I been knocked around, But got right back on my feet/
You'd think I came from royalty, The way these rappers bow to me/
Ya I'm a king bitch, Always on my king shit/
Lacin' tracks wit' the dopest flow, So I don't needa sing shit/
The front runner in this race, I'm goin' in bitch/
Ya'll still at start, While I'm standin' here at finish/
I draw the line, At settin' the bar high/
Twenty four seven grind, I don't do it part time/
I only shoot for legendary, Anything less is failure/
N to anyone who doubted me, I swear that I won't spare ya (AHH)/

Chorus (x2):

Mackin' on these bitches, Feelin' like I was Bernie's kin/
I'm shootin' rockets at yo bitch ass, Like I'm Jeremy Lin/
I'm playin my point, No need for me to back it up/
I'm an All-Star baller, That's why my haters be mad as fuck/

Verse 2:

Skinny cracker rapper, But I wear a wife beater/
Snapbacks n camo shorts, Rockin' white sneakers/
I write heaters, Rhymes that'll leave your mind blown/
Fucked in the head, Girl I'll get you mind boned/
I'm 'bout my business, These snakes better mind their own/
Cause I'll put you on guillotine, If you step up in my zone/
Cut ya fuckin' head off, My dawgs be lettin' lead pop/
BAT-BAT verbal ammunition, That'll make ya bedrock/
Nah that's me fuckin' you bitch, She said I do it right/
I put in work I put in work, Ya we fuck all night/
She likes my style n my music, But she ain't my type/
I'm lookin' for a nice chick, That I can wife/
N bring home to my momma, I ain't about the drama/
I'm out here schemin' n grindin', On how to get these commas/
Miami Music ENT, We got the palm tree/
Libra Scale meet me in hell, Mobbin' wit' my homies/

Chorus (x2):

Mackin' on these bitches, Feelin' like I was Bernie's kin/
I'm shootin' rockets at yo bitch ass, Like I'm Jeremy Lin/
I'm playin my point, No need for me to back it up/
I'm an All-Star baller, That's why my haters be mad as fuck/