Kid Crave - "Imma Boss" Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm on top of this, call that missionary
I'll go out on a limb and say I'm a visionary
This kid is only takin' over cause you sittin' there and lettin' him
I don't follow trends bitch, I'm way too busy settin' 'em
You fuckas so synthetic, pathetic, yeah I said it
Authentic potential but yeah it's 'bout to be kinetic
I don't know how you doubtin' how absurb I spit
Shit Stoop Kid, he left his stoop when he heard my shit
Ay bitch, I'm tryna get this money and let no one take none from me
So I stay eatin' beats son, call me Doug Funni
And my appetite will never be satisfied
I'm not the fattest guy but, my metabolism's high
And I stay flyer, and higher, than a Soprano choir
Spit fire like the wheels that's on my 7-plyer
See jockin' style will never be what the game's about
But lookin' back, shit I can't say that I blame 'em now
Watch me step up in this bitch and ruin some careers
Cause I flow so nice you'd think that I've been doin' it for years
But really I'm just gettin' started, illy shit it's so retarded
I don't got another line but I don't give a fuck cause I'm a boss

Yeah brotha I'm a boss, mothafucka I'm a boss
I'm a boss

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I hear 'em talkin' but I'm not that dude that cares though
I Tutankhamun rappers, I'm the new rap pharaoh
That's why they'll pirate my shit like I knew Jack Sparrow
And when I'm done they always hit the 2 back arrows
It's Kid Crave in this bitch and that's just so we're all aware
And my flow so strong the tourists always foldin' up the chairs
Non-supporters gettin' mad, they out here scoldin' with their stares
But I take my middle finger and just hold it in the air
Who's gettin' money homie? Who's puffin' the dro?
Cause your boy is heatin' up like 2 cups in a row
Ayo I'm Crest fresh, best dressed, best bet's bed rest
Cause I'm sick homie, why you sleepin' on the headrest?
I'm frequently fly, known as an avid kush blower
And I'm too nice with this mic, I'm a fuckin' pushover
I was born with the flow, no the skill isn't borrowed
I kill 'em even when I'm high as Killimanjaro
Abundant steez, I'm killin' dumb MC's
And yes it's done with ease, and just for fun when pleased
Ayo I'm makin' my way out from just sittin' in the crowd
Yeah it's crazy how these people out here listen to me now
But I'm just kickin' back, I just lit me up some loud
So let's ride around and bump my shit that's ignorantly loud
And these mothafuckas know, I can mothafuckin' go
I can mothafuckin' flow, off the mothafuckin' dome
In my mothafuckin' zone, blown like a trombone
Phone home if you mothafuckas know
Apologies for the curses, I leave my verses in hearses
Soon as this person disperses the perfect surface is worthless
Cause they don't know what's in my mind, but now it's comin' out
So as far as your time, homie it's all runnin' out
Cause I'm a boss

Yeah, lemme hear that back?
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