Ethan Bence - That's Right [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Bitches on the left, that's right
Homies on the right, that's right
We ride in the back, that's right
We know we're ignorant all right?
I ain't trying to fight, let's write
I know you're trying to bite, that's right
I could do this all night
I'll beat you at your own game all right?

[Verse 1]
It's 83, sun shining through the rear view
Picture me, rolling deep, got a clear view
It's Pennsylvania love, California twist on it
I roll up on your bitch, yea she'll twist on it
Uh
Sipping iced tea mixed with ice cubes
Have a brunch of quail eggs with some quaaludes
With a duchess whose shorts you'd never sell short
On bail at Rock The Bells with Jordan Belfort, what
Momma told me pray for the weak
I ain't listen, now I prey on the weak
I can dream, 50k in one week
I'mma be rich, I ain't trying to be meek
On the freeway freeing up free will
Let it breathe, I'mma be real
I like my money dog, I don't try to lie about it
So do you, but you're taught you should be shy about it, what

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Lyrics' basically periods to careers
I capitalize every time I finish with the sentence
If I hear one more life's a bitch line
I'mma turn to Jack the Ripper dog, and end it
Guys are played out, sounding so dumb
But I hear them on the radio, how come?
This is sickening, they say I'm paying dues
Wading through the bullshit, hope I make it through
Maybe I just jump on tracks and dumb it down
Make it for yourself, the real fans will come around
That's all I needed, now I'm going on a side note
I'm shoving my agenda, hope this bitch got a wide throat
Ethan Bence I'm killing every rapper easily
You need a ghostwriter? I will aid you like Eazy-E
Don't be mad at me, you hate the player and the game
We all slaves, don't hate the master, break the chains

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Ethan Bence, welcome ladies and gents
I don't got a whip, you push a Mercedes for rent
I don't gotta lie, I'm confident, I'm walking what I'm talking bitch
You're looking at the definition of real
And you'll never hear me spit about me gripping the steel
Or all the people I killed, or how it's real in the field
Or all the drugs that I've done, or all the cane that I've slung
If you lived it, I respect it, if you didn't you're respect-less
I expect more from a genre so raw
This an art form, you only discredit it
The critics see a couple fakers and they write us off
And say the game is hedonistic, but they fed us it
Tune into a rap station if you wonder why
And then you'll see why every rapper who just wants to sign
Use the same formula, it's a vicious cycle
I never won, I'm the one, that's a typo

[Hook]