Negash Ali - What You Got [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I got a bad liver broken heart
Just to be a monarch
Ring ring ring the alarm
We're more ambitious then Bonaparte
You said I needed council since high school
I don't need shrinks to know I'm a psycho
Pops never cared, moms never understood
If you ain't a knight, you getting shook
So I'm living lawless, mixing with the godless
Niggers that’s heartless, wishing for violence
Seconds, minutes and hours weapons visit the cowards
Till I'm hitting the towers, till I've risen to power
Till the billions are ours, till we hitting the lotto
Till the bitches is bowing, till I'm kissing with models
Till I'm sicker then pyros, till I sit on Apollo
Till I'm bigger then rhinos, till I'm richer then Lionel

What you got on me
Get in the car
Let’s go ring the alarm
What you got on me
Freedom ain't free
I’mma buy mine any means

What you got on me
Get in the car
Let’s go ring the alarm
What you got on me
Freedom ain't free

I'mma buy mine any means
Ring the alarm
Said the youth dem gunnin'
Ring the alarm
Now the boy dem panickin’

Sorry for my criminal ways
I'll be sorrier on minimum wage
Western civilization newbie, second generation fugee
I'm going Balotelli, man I'mma Mooley
Yourr biggest challenge was cinnamon
Yet you act boogey on the internet
I should beat you, acoustic, with instruments
Eat you raw, sushi, you Zimmerman
Screech, screeching on tires, beat, beating those sirens
Going head to head with these liars, spreading spreading like virus
Flirting, flirting with fire, Iron lion residing in Zion
Motherfucker nigga lover and a fighter
I drink liquor nigga nigga you drink cider, I think bigger nigga you think minor
I drink liquor nigga you drink coladas
I think richer nigga you think u minus, I think villa, nigga you think condo
I ink pictures nigga you ink nada, I fuck milf, nigga you fuck Cyrus
I think silk nigga you think cotton

Uhh that’s a lot of sin
Devil the God Jekyll & the Hyde in me
All bottled up, pour-pouring bottles in

Peepin’ where the problem is
Pop pills cause we ain’t got pots to piss
Sniff, smoke and whore with some hot women
Uuhff thats a lot of sin

…and it’s hot in hell
But I make it look good like Lagerfeld, nigga

What you got on me
Get in the car
Let’s go ring the alarm
What you got on me
Freedom ain't free
I’mma buy mine any means

What you got on me
Get in the car
Let’s go ring the alarm
What you got on me
Freedom ain't free

I'mma buy mine any means
Ring the alarm
Said the youth dem gunnin'
Ring the alarm
Now the boy dem panickin’