Kidd Solo - Who Is That [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Kidd Solo nigga
Shout outs $K
Shout outs uhh
The team
Y'all know who y'all are
If you fall underneath that category
Know what I'm saying?
So I don't gotta explain shit right?
Oh alright
Fuck it I guess
Aye man shout outs Mokes man
Shout outs Shawn man
Paris man
Lomax all them niggas man y'all know

[Verse 1: Kidd Solo]
If I could get some recognition
Watch em hate me when I'm missing
I slide my self some penicillin
And try to numb my feelings
How could they treat me like a villain
When they know that I'm bout to kill it
I'm not no menace bitch I'm chillin'
Can't these bitch niggas see the difference
So you gone hate me and attack me?
Then claim my raps is savage
Y'all niggas plastic y'all some fabric
Fake ass niggas playing games
They think this rapping shit is magic
They almost drove me into madness
Them psychiatrics almost had me
Had me in a jacket
So I'm just here to fuck the game
Y'all making bills but we need change
Shoot a bamma in his face
So I won't say this shit again
I switch up the flow on the go and you know it
I'm rolling with 30's and y'all didn't know it
I got the whole squad but none of em showing
Run up on a nigga then we smash his dome in
To get respected as an artist
Do I have to shoot a target
Do I have to show my wallet
Do I have to pop a molly
Be at all the parties
Fuckin' all the thotties
Do I have to catch a body

[Hook]
What's it take for y'all to know me
To consider me a homie
S oh l o x4

[Verse 2: Kidd Solo]
Sign me up for battle
Take some shots at me
I might just slaughter all the cattle
Y'all just a herd you fucking sheep
That makes this easier to handle
So I'm just breaking all the ankles
This rapping shit is such a gamble
Niggas let you dangle
Let you turn to shambles
All your plans get cancelled
Trynna find the answers
So I don't get trampled
But if they talk some shit
I make these pussy niggas scramble
Make em an example
Don't get in the mix
Here's what I predict
You could start some conflict
And watch ya time tick
Call my rhymes shit
But they know all my rhymes sick
So take ya time slim
To get respected as an artist
Do I have to shoot a target
Do I have to show my wallet
Do I have to pop a molly
Be at all the parties
Fucking all the thotties
Do I have to catch a body