Phil Ade - Whatchu Want Phil [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Phil Ade]

Sitting in the back of the class
I'm passed out
If this the future for my ass
I'm assed out
Cast out of mama house
Looking for the proper outlet to get out these bars
Cause I ain't out yet
I'm out set to make this thing happen
Your facts backward
You got it Pig Latin
Got a knack for the rappin'
And a lac for the yappin'
Only whack niggas do
Punk niggas quit that
And I'm halfway in the door
What should I be bitter for
Label me as local
But they play me out in Singapore
That's what im in it for
Won't catch me in a Ford
Trynna ride Phantom with a mini bar in the door
Down Kenilworth
Got 'em all on red alert
Hit the J till it's low
You can call it Jennifer
MD center though
Rep it to the fullest
I'm a royal fam king
Ya'll don't like to eat a bullet

[Hook: Phil Ade] x2

Whatchu want Phil
Hard bass on the track
Whatchu want Phil
Put my state on the map
Whatchu want Phil
To make a way for my team
My name up in lights Phil A-D-E

[Verse 2: Phil Ade]

Up and down U Street
Kickin' it Bruce Lee
Tell the veterans I'm on they heels bootsie
Collins Avenue with a bad bitch I have to do
I don't book youngins
I thumb 'em and then they chapter through
The future in the morning say good afternoon
Full of hot air I swear you niggas is half balloon
Backstage got smoke filling up half the room
Tell them niggas pay me half or I'mma have to move
Nudie jacket and jeans I got my denim up
Venomous in my enemies ass like enemas
Rent a bus
Fill it with rappers and then send em up
Better bucked in than fuckin' with me I'm still celibate
Life's a bitch and I would tell her
But a nigga got class
Plus I ain't an ass can't you tell it boy
I'd rather sell a bunch of dreams until I get it
And when I die laughing my face will say I did it

[Hook: Phil Ade] x2

[Verse 3: Phil Ade]

Oh my God oh my God
Is what they yell I give 'em Hell I'm on my job
Not burning I'm building bridges I'm on my Todd
Give 'em dope that's what I'm dealing I'm on my Bob
This ain't no facade ain't putting on a persona
I just dropped beat I get guap per sonnet
Hip Hop my genre I'm pushing it beyond a
Limit you trippin' but I ain't caring ya'll diner
The king of one liners clothes is designer
Hoes make 'em sign up pick 'em out a lineup
Keep 'em fresh line up Nike airs tied up
Diddy of my city but you can't lock my shine up
Yeah I'm worldwide my nigga
Still at your house party trynna find the liquor
In a Chevrolet pickup with the speakers on blast
When I walk up in the club whatchu think they gonna ask

[Hook: Phil Ade] x2