Mackgee - Headlines [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Mackgee – verse One]
Mack!
Mack!
Yeah!
Bottom Line, I’m killing ‘em
As I crush ‘em all with my Timberlands
Like Cocaracha sweep ‘em off
Turn me up on but don’t switch me off
Kanye, Beyonce!, Skirt lifting off
Got cash Money, can I get Minaj
Do you have a deal, can you co-operate
Detox album, Different dates
But I never drop, kill gravity
I’m the opposite of real raggedy
And I dress fly, look great
808 without good bass
That quite rare and its whack to me
Got my eyes chinky like Japanese
And I’m quite picky like chop sticks
Can’t rise against me, I buck quick
Yeah!
Take the chronic, never vomit
When the alcohol goes down your gullet
Never tarnish, ama’ keep shinning like shoe polish on shinny shoes
Ah! Headline on Drake beats
I’m a K9, ama’ break leash
I attack your ass
Skinny motherf**ker with a lack of ass
But I love chicks with racks on racks
Racks on racks
Like a warehouse with designer clothes
Fireman truck with a line of Hoes, AH!
I pimp ‘em everyday
I’m a Big Mack and I don’t lie
You’re number one meal with a Mocha
Better back up like a uhaul truck in the drive way with your sh** beeping
When I talk sh** it will be decent
When you talk sh** now it will be pretence
Animals
I’m Yelawolf Shady
Stump your ass, I’m leather boot crazy
See cops on the side of the road with a speed gun
Men I better do 80
They Know! They Know!
That’s right the Federals hate me
Coming off fly from the headquarters
Lock down rap, can I get lawless?
Change Hip-Hop can I get quarters?
I’m a 50 cent on my beat sequence
Work my sh**, I’m a bit freelance
Lift my sh**, can I get three hands?
Nobody helping out
ATL I sell the south! Uh!

[Drake ]

[Verse 2]
I be yelling out money over everything, money on my mind
Then she wanna ask when it got so empty
Tell her I apologize, happened over time
She says they miss the old Drake, girl don't tempt me
If they don't get it, they'll be over you
That new shit that you got is overdue
You better do what you supposed to do
I'm like "why I gotta be all that?" but still I can't deny the fact
That it's true, listening to you expressing all them feelings
Soap opera rappers, all these niggas sound like "All My Children"
And that's who you thinking is 'bout to come and make a killing
I guess it really is just me, myself and all my millions
You know that they ain't even got it like that
You gonna hype me up and make me catch a body like that
Cause I live for this, it isn't just a hobby like that
When they get my shit and play it, I ain't even gotta say it, they know

[Hook]

[Outro]
I be yelling out: money over everything, money on my mind
Tell them I apologize, it happened over time, they know

I heard once that they would rather hear about memories than enemies
Rather hear what was or will be than what is
Rather hear how you got it over how much it cost you
Rather hear about finding yourself and how you lost you
Rather you make this an open letter
About family and struggle and it taking forever
About hearts that you’ve broken and ties that you’ve severed
No doubt in my mind, that’ll make them feel better