Material Theory - Dead Presidents [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: eXceL]

These niggas
Farthest from humble
So I'm bringing the pies for the street
Not talking white, or talking pipes
Talking raps on the beats
They saying, "nigga you a square 'Cuz you never around"
Hate on their mind like angry barbers be fading them now
Favorite player AI
Nah I dont need to practice fam
I'm Crossing legends, and I don't really give a damn
Word to Jidenna
Cuz this gon be a classic man
I spit that hard shit, and it ain't Never flaccid ma'am
They say Im gifted cuz the way that I rap is unique
Andre Young would be upset how I'm doing these beats
The face of a coward's the back of his head as he run
I fear bullets, not the nigga behind the gun
There ain't another man alive that could say I'm his son
Even my father asks my mother where I get it from
Im Snatching niggas watches
'Cuz greatness takes time
They never seen it coming, like sex with the blind
Corduroy pillows, they sleeping on my lines
Thoughts of a killer, got warrants for all my rhymes
Spit like black Friday is every fucking day
'Cuz hey, a nigga bound to get a deal that way
They flowing like streams in the spot if I go
Prior to they to set like some horny ass hoes
Hungry for this game, got the arrows and the bows
Travel with body bags cuz I'm coming for the dough
The dead presidents

[Verse 2: Kfrxsh]

Time is money, it's evident that spending I’m it
Killin the game, we disposing of the evidence
Born into excellence so we setting the precedent, to reclaim the throne
Got in me in zone like 2-3
That's 5 hoes callin’ my phone
But fuck that I'd rather spend my nights alone
Just counting this money
I'm on a mission although I'd never admit it
I'm a killer in my mind, so someone have me admitted
And you still thinking that you better than me
I'm running laps around your dreams and I ain't never asleep, my nigga
Stacking these figures until 6 is just another number
My bars are lightning, and best believe I got the thunder
No NBA though
They preaching peace as if they NATO
I took your bitch but soon discovered that her ass was play-doh
We dropping bombs, but calling it peace
They killin niggas everyday just trying to breathe
R.I.P. to the souls who died for the freedom of speech
They makin millions, but rappers they be saying the least
I'm chasing billions like Rothschilds and Rockefellers
Step outta line that 9 milli’ will rock a fella