Dig_90 - Realest Shit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

{Verse 1:Dig_90) Dig and de ess i got the first verse
I dont stand for colors last time i check i was in a v neck
Yall bragging bout your net worth most of yall ain't worth dirt
Id spit on you and sneeze on you pussy nigga menstruate for tissue
Id rip you,stab you in a chest at least i ain't a backstabber
Got my lyrics stack in yo mouth like a bad stammerer
Last time i was bitching was only cos i was giving you a taste of your
Medicine without a prescription nobody's too big Goliath dies cos of a sling
My name will ring bells like ding dong
I ain't even recorded the song yet they was tweeting for a link
Real niggas never seen jail and youd be in my bad book if you fail
To complete a task yall was wack im sick i was too pale
Bitch i reign and my nae is being hailed
Niggas want head that was their fucking fairy tales
Your time was out yall was playing overtime
Then i made that buzzer that made me over shine
I was overwhelmed cos yall nigaas was outshine
That was cos it was my time
Black bitches dont blush just like white niggas dont thug
I was drinking team in a blue mug then i saw a blood who told
Me "how can a drink be crispy"
Most of yall wanna diss me i dont really give a fuck
I dont care bout diss songs cos if i diss yall
That would only make sure id make your fans whores
That only means they'd be fucked up like sex in plane
Im killing this track whiles staying in my lane
Im a pilot cos nigga im speaking it plane
Never held a cain boy i never touched pain
And i wasn't flattered when the bitches said i was cute
That was cos my dough was coming from different angles even obtuse
Excuse me nigga im doing me
Im a subject and a predicate
Thats cos i agree with my self i ain't here to educate
Yall flowing then my heat made you evaporate
Im gon come for(camphor) you niggas they gon sublime
They was too fake
I ain't on courtside nigga i own every state
Taking new niggas out the game like a blind date

{Verse2:De_Ess}
More money More money gon get you outta school
Im trynna shape into a square like honey Rubik's cube
Money got the feeling make u feeling cracking up
I ain't got no feelings so the money gon be acting up
Shit boy ess be flowing like he outta breath
Locked outta heaven jesus christ be like i owe my rent
You talking with your money
Mine does the talking
He say harsh boy just be silent by your manners
Harsh reality taking toll and pay your taxes
De_Ess is taking toll no money is required
E-U-P to the highest euphoria
Utopia is when you bright like you controlling
Solo is what i live by control bitches and most of em do drive byes
In Underground knocked down in the dirt
Just a passer by looking down on this earth