Darius - C - Shot 1 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I know that you’re scared of being hated on
Then don’t listen to this track that your rated on
Get your hand off that leg that its always on
Date this hoe don’t stay always sleepin on
Sleepin on don’t always stay sleeping on
This girl needs a man that will please not chew a straw
Chew on a straw, stop chewin on that fucking straw
And I can see that spit drop
It won't drop on the mic but at Great America itll pop
You know I can see it pop
Shave your face not your legs you thot, save that thought
I didn’t want to have to do this but you threw flame
And fires what ya gon to get, its part of the game
And you go to school everyday lame
No wonder you drive all the guys insane
Slow it down, take my time kickin your rich ass
And you know when that bitch come on my plate ill never pass
Ill feast like im king cash and that bitch will run to me, what a first you finished last
And im done finishing second
M over J, T over S the first is what ill fucking land you won't stand a fucking chance I wonder why you even ask
I might not be gang related but my clique degraded
And you lead the pansies your reputation’s deflated
When im done ill leave you gated, like a dog
And you know these lyrics ain't shaded
Your bitch is on my dick you know that I persuaded
From J to Y you know that I upgraded
This isn’t a compliment you haven’t been serenaded
Soda over Juicebox, you know you’re life I would have traded
I would traded, and ill be faded, you’ve been bladed, im a diamond you have been spaded
Blockaded, cascaded, downgraded fuck your family I even invaded
Bitch say happy belated
Im glad were unrelated
But your rhyme I desecrated because you are overrated
And I will never stop, never stop until your words sedated
When I say this you know im the greatest
My mixtape has been the most awaited
I might be underrated
But youre undated
And unstated rapper who needs to be translated
I might not be young Sinatra
But with this rap I feel that I Gotcha
I sound like a rapper, you sound like a soap opera
I shall call you Cleopatra
Now get away from me move to Nevada
Whatever you say to me it does nada
I have become your god fatha
Fuck it you can even call me big poppa
Bring the fire you know I’m on vodka
I don’t need your shit, don’t start all that drama
Now lava gotta flow, and I gotta go
I leave you with this mantra: hold me back bro