King Kold - EastWest [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]

Man I’m still lone

And still on, like Stallone but far from expendable

On a 5th, guess I’m back of 4th like a metronome

Punchlines stop ya flow, I'll Balboa constrict ya

Couldn’t grip the fact you was right there

Ya distance was off huh?

Depth perception fucked up like Ricky Walters

Pop the cork, like the rulers back

I got just enough to make it

Cut it close like straight edge

Or a straight hedge

I'd like that wall of green

And a chick with a ass like Serene’s

Or an Amina blue, mindset on Erykah Badu

I’m alive, no Selene

No moments are serene

Not a day they don’t take shots at me

They'll never get it though

I'd run that line back like Arthur B

Tryna start a movement, If I had it my way

I'd reject them scholarships like Kawme turé

Or Stokely I'm stoked see, Ive been prepping for war

Got my beret and serrated blade

Been saw through em

Like I put a bandsaw to em

They rather see me in a crown vic

Instead of crowned vic

Im crowning

Coming out this bitch, with a head start

I switched my main point

Now that pivots got me traveling

NY to LA

Jet Laggin, but aye deliver with no delay

Been about bread

Wheat chains on gold plates

Show you that I’m eating

Highly decorated come fuck with my Feng Shui

Haters at my feet, so I aim the chopper down, Mayday

Hit after hit, use my mic as a may-lay

Y’all act like a bunch of Bruce Jenner's

In the wrong genders

Only getting bigger like hallow tips when they hit ya

Hitch a ride with the kid

Got the 'cedes pedal to the ground like a stick up

Say these dudes got a problem go and speak up

Im a master champ

Throwing up two fingers, like Jordan Spieth in jets

Young muhfuka feeling like a vet

Woo

I drop bombs, do I ever miss hardly

And y’all niggas lost rockets

Heh, like James Harden

If she a bad then I want her

Don't discriminate, I stick my tongue in all breeds like Madonna

They taking shots at a great like i pulled up in a Lincoln continental

Continental meals served to my bedroom

Woo

I ain't playing no games

Son'in y’all?

Fuck that you the milk mans

Well protected man, all my whips gon look like armadillos

Couple sacks in the bag got me looking like all my dealers

Piff clouds be the thickest in the building

Lift up out the box, like there ain't no got damn ceilings

Got the game in my hand kept it sealed in

They all know I'm next they just concealing

Yea