PHENOM - Gold Daytons (Raider Klan Diss) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
*Laugh*
So yall niggas thought I wasn't gonna respond to yall weak ass diss? Man, FUCK you Yung Samantha, Lil bitch ass nigga
Fuck Space-Ghost-Purp, Fuck raider clan..all Y'all niggas some bitches

[Verse 1]
I think you niggas forgot just who the fuck I was
Let me remind you within these bars what the fuck is up
Its Mr. Knuckle Up, knocking niggas out, no sucker punch
Laying hands QUICK like a preacher, shit is nothing bruh
Coming up rough, gang banging, and drug slanging
Run up on niggas turn em to bitches, when the gun aiming
Fake thugs claiming they real till we expose em
Then we suit & tie niggas for a casket, now close it
The *cards* wasn't *dealt* in ya favor so know this
You act *bad, hands* or the *poker*, nigga you *folding*
I go in like a kid when the street lights on
My team savage FUCK WIT US! We like war
Middle finger to Raider Klan, I'm disrespectful, so fuck em
Sending shots, size of goose eggs nigga you can't duck em
Purp and Simmantha, fucking faggots, all they do is dick suck and
And for they dough/doe, I'm hunting like deer season, when I buck it

[Hook]
Imma make sure...
All my real niggas feel this
Hoods round the world gone ride when hear this
East Coast, West Coast, Up North, Southside
See a bitch nigga in ya city, look em in the eye
Tell them niggas do something, (raider klan) do something
Rep ya fucking city, throw ya sets up
Tell them niggas do something (Yung Simmie) do something (yeen ain't bout it)
Real niggas getting popping never let up
(Do something)

[Verse 2]
East coast nigga on a west coast beat now
Like y'all doing pedicures ima show you defeat/Da feet now
Normally you never see me spitting no thug shit
But the streets wanted something for Gs I said fuck it
Team putting vine in a trash bin, we dump clips
And like Mr Hanky doing sprints, boy we run shit
Massacre orgies, killing everyone you coming/cummin wit
Purp fucking Simmie ass the only time they busting shit
Bunch a bitch niggas turn pussy when they called out
This ain't a game, ya world is ending, ready for the fall out?
I see what you broads bout, talking shit and sneak dissing
Simmie tryna throw bars with me? Ha he tripping
If I catch you in the street, see you and ya team slipping
I'm Miami in the clutch, barely see my heat missing
Think I'm not about that life, cuz it's not in my songs
Till you test me, and realize that you've gotten it wrong...