Milo - PSA FROM .M I L O. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[.MILO.]

I'm tired of these young bulls thinking that they shit cool
Weak ass rhymes, niggas should've stayed in school
I Got a lot of drama for these niggas and they mama
Cooking in the stu like a chef at Benihana

Commas, currency I need to collect
Money power respect, I'm a fiend for the check
My daddy told me I was too easy to detect
Now I move too smooth, waiting for whatever's next

Never ever lacking, Thats that OG Status
My flow is everlasting, while you niggas stay stagnant
I'm a different breed, I'm a mutt
You the type to chase butts, from sluts, who drink nut for a paycut

Killing these bitches, they better pay me attention
If it ain't bout a dollar, then nigga I ain't with it
Who with it, who really got the triple d on lock
Who really riding round town with an ounce and a Glock

Who really got hoes on deck straight begging for cock
Not you, not me either, but I stay true
I got a chick, she my ace, that's my booboo
I gotta clique, APEX nigga, we run shit too

Hold Up

I got bars for days, call it a life sentence
Fuck with me, I'll beat your ass and demand penance
My pockets Precious, Ruben Studdard, I'm Hugh Hefner
I own you bitches, slave master to you rap peasants

I'm about to blow like dynamite, real tight
Pimping all you bitches like dolemite, impolite
These raps that I write are like a pussy so tight
Smack a nigga onsight, like my name suge knight

Young milo the boss nigga don't you forget
I'm a general you are just a cadet
Hard like cement, but you soft, I lament
Daddy said I couldn't rap well my nigga I dissent

Future mogul, young boss I thought I told you
Fuck local, don't label, I'm global
Want beef?, I'm the butcher, might cook em
If he ain't Ill, then my niggas over look him

I pull up to the spot, Casio watch makes the hoes flock
Now they want a sample of my knots
I ain't even legal but I'm still dogging bitches, no beagle
These niggas like vultures, seagulls

Tenacious, evil, rap game Keneivel
Even if you were hiding, they still wouldn't seek you
Like Illmatic, I could never have a sequel
Niggas went from snakes to rats, to rap weevils

Lungs full of potent, exterminating rodents
Sorry yo I hate to rub it in like lotion
You got no sauce, I got the true potion
I got the blue print, put it into motion

Paved my own route to the top of the totem
Balling like Curry, Kobe, Jordan
Now I'm rocking kicks, last year couldn't afford em
2016, more cream for the Forbes list, nigga

Yo I told them. Apex Predator shit. 2016. The motherfucking militia is coming nigga. What the fuck do you know about that? Milo, the motherfucking boss nigga... Signing off