MARKED FOR DELETION - Lavender Town [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Prod. Killer Brill]

[Verse]
Bitch I don't need your fucking attitude
So quit that shit my temper short as an interlude
Wanna judge my life? You ain't know what you getting into
You don't know anything I've been through
To have this condition and put a smile on my face cause I'm in a position
To make everybody feel good cause when they don't they look like they got a circumcision
I never have no turf to piss in
Hating on me like I cost the mission
You know me
Got a million ways I could move that tree
About as high as a motherfucking blimp should be
Leave you dead like a motherfucking limp should be
Too rich to have all of the toys racing
I said it all before y'all must be mistaken
Young nigga high class with Bill Gates
Running dope cocaine boat carries my crates
Table got so many plates make room for the King
Table got so many plates make room for the King
Cunt ain't shit watch me bring back face bling
Is it over yet? Nope wait another thing
Wrote most of my shit one the phone and toilet taking one
Because what I take is how I feel for haters on my songs
Like really? You think you right you wrong writing bangers every day since eighth grade hitting the bong
Highland with kids high man as a fucking kite
Fuck niggas that's that shit I don't like
All these hoes know me and my bros lay pipe
Then act black as the night like we was picking cotton
Call that real nigga shit
Get it? Real nigga shit
Bros acting like hoes like a real nigga bitch
Magician on the mic you a real nigga trick
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds bitch all my niggas rich
No time for crap back in black
Snapping traps on niggas in the cabbage patch
I don't have to rap but I can you niggas clap
When my bars drop like y'all niggas in the motherfucking flappy app
I'm a maniac I hear you Mac
Insomniak cause a nigga don't sleep
Too busy
A nigga don't eat but a nigga fucking can't accept defeat
I need you pussies at my feet
Be more popular than teach my how to dougie shmoney dance and the fucking yeet
Something like a teenage elite
Something like a teenage elite
What the fuck y'all niggas think you know about me?
If you ain't got the fucking details don't base my life on a fantasy
I don't gotta prove myself I be working hard as hell
Two mixtapes released and I can tell myself I flow so well
Most of y'all niggas would kill to be doing what I'm doing
I'm Swagging to the trillion I'm so cliché for a black student but
I'll rock out with my cock out
Grab the pack blast the block out
Originate from the west side but I'm bout to bring out the damn south out
For my niggas in Albuquerque
You faggots cannot fuck with me
Cause I'll go to your town and just ravage around find your bitch fuck her in the pussy
Going hard as my dick meat get
You bloggers ain't try to diss me yet
Hating on every line I speak when you got no verse history yet
My shit really got popping after summer
I guess cause my summer was a bummer
Regardless, I still be that nigga on the come-up
Regardless, your girl love it when I start to cum up
I did end up visiting Cali for a week and
California Jewels was inspired by the beach
But that tape give me chills like I'm walking in the creek
The door knob squeaks when I turn it early in the morning
Looking in the fridge hoping the juice is orange
Don't judge me like what are you even imploring
All my bitches young and Dora gonna need exploring
Knocking boots and I swipe her debit card from her purse
I'm already going to hell nigga so fuck a curse
Never gonna need a hearse