Frank Leone - Palms [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 Frank Leone]

Sandy Beach, FrankieRaps on the speakers
Chukwu, Savemoney, Fuck the Tity Boi feature
I'm peachy sweet, flip the moniker to manic
Can't stand, planted slanted fan of panicing the preachers
To each his own, in my zone with your misses
Zipper down, gown splittin' and bickering where to stick it
You looking mad, fuck it, she was looking bad
Matter fact, tell Stella it's over, the groove's back
Y'all trendy? Enough it, your group's wack
While you lost in the shrooms, we scuba the damn map
And looted your gram's pad, and scooted to Doc's Lab
Off the hash, pound of flower Maui grass, crash
Splatter matter on the ave
Split back to the trap, mixed berries in the glass
Off the copper with a mag
Leave him screaming, "FUCK DE OPPS!" like Chewbacca with a rasp, bitch

[Verse 2 Kami de Chukwu]

Its purposeless scouting substance in a world full of worthlessness
A quote for your day if you ain't heard of this
Beat killer naughty rhyme murder
Guilty of all crimes with intent and purposes
Spit
That chicken soup for they soul
On a path to the goal
Had to stop on a road
Collecting all that toll
Self centered individuals
Fuck the opposition
Its them save money criminals
Middle fingers to them crime fighters
A unit chuck full of line steppers and lawbreaking rhymewriters
On missions for them all night one nighters
With tight lipped boot knockers
And blue eyed knob shiners
Thats a word to these hoes though
When he spit the magic off the austin powers mojo
And still kept the love short lived like frodo
No info to them broke back bimbos mofo