King Space - Lord[e] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Blogs ain't support record this with no backing
I put my foot through the door like fuck it I dare you stop me
Got that silk on boxers like nigga hop off my dick
I mean it's blatten I fathered you, nigga that a nuttin
Yeah I came in aggressive that passive shit ain't work
'til girl started dropping that ass for that Nuvo fix
And nigga flexing his rent money you ain't it
Only time your burning through green When you light that spliff
I'm That Bronx kid wanna run for NEW YORK mayor globe trotter
Ratchet bitches, trappin it ain't fair
Cause I never moved keys but fans turning into feins how I'm serving up dope
Your calling it Trap P's [Trapeze], I call it that foreign currency
Haters don't worry me, while I watch my girls do the diplo
Ass to the floor in the clubs lights off major lazer while I'm yelling illmind can we make these bitches clap some
How did you figure that the bands won't make you dance
Constable on lock we got you in a trance, Dance floor packed do with it with no hands
I thought I told you we gone make it how we can Throw your hands up high for the man
Jump up In this bitch kicks straight from japan
Grab the mother fucking mic drops jams for the fans nigga fuck being local we're taking this shit global
I got my girl out in London, Pari next in that givanchi, got it all off of rap
Touring your girl no masseuse I've got some rich friends but still that shit ain't enough
We talking racks on racks and deposits talking bout condos up in Miami smoking that maui In those exotics
Tellin my niggas fuck it we got, let success speak for itself switch lanes and blowing that loud;
Don't talk much, but nigga we present, cause my present is a prescience on my Kanye kiss my ass
It's a harsh world word to my nigga Al Luciano; Cuban cigars got them links
And they hanging right off the chain, on a slave thing niggas only waiting for his whip
Give a toast to the new Maison Margiela like oh, lord

[Verse 2]
Blogs ain't support record this with no backing
I put my foot through the door like fuck it I dare you stop me
Got that silk on boxers like nigga hop off my dick, I mean it's blatten I fathered you
Nigga that a nuttin
Hold up,You don't really wanna know about me, cause I ain't for all the repeating
I already said it once, like damn it I'm blazing, lying to who like fuck I'm amazing
Could have any chic in my stratosphere so fuck any bitch tryna tie me down
Tryna see a Millie a Millie a Millie on my Lil' Wayne
You're dispensable I want multiples my girls playing racks on racks
Talking bout coast to coast. That yen, that pound, them euros villas, dining on that caviar
Cochlea tearing sons of fucking bitches, women raving, dapping fans like fuck it I want it all
GOD LEVEL NIGGA AINT SEEN HIS FUCKING 30s
WANNA DROP TOP MONEY LOW SHES TWEAKING OFF THE COKE WHEN THEY BUMP ME GUESS YOU GOTTA CALL MY SHIT DOPE
AINT NEVER HAD AN ALBUM SO THE FUCK TRYNA BAG IT SHOOT IT STRAIGHT TO THE VEINS
LORD NEVER USED IN VEIN BUT SWEAR TO GOD A NIGGA BEEN TRILL SINCE 'YE TOOK IT BACK TO JACOBS
AND NIGGA HOPPED OUT THE WOMB, bout to take this shit to the tomb, huh, Bout to take this shit back to tomb, huh
Bout to school these niggas on these new rules huh Bout to show em how to rock this fucking jewels huh
A nigga never have shit so of course I gotta brag some