Pyro Methane - When I Re'Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

When I re-up, I pray that money come fast
So when I cake up, I buy it all off the mannequin
You dudes fakers, my clique full no squares
So when I pray up I never need your luck
I need those big faces, drop tops in the summertime
Chinchillas in the winter for my mortal mind
This is high class all class mates columbine
Been making moves since a real nigga turned nine
My motivation is bank roll, y'all flow softer than Cottonelle
At dinner tables with real niggas, we break bread deals in the air
The snakes in the grass though, my real niggas on cloud nine
Been on the earth for 20 years I never seen a snake fly
Tryna fuck bitches these niggas Google
These rappers hate me competition futile
You say you balling I'm point guard
The game Ray Charles, I'm Matt Stevens, balling
Hit me if you want that work tell me whats your budget
All my ladies hit me up, put my number in your phone, phone, phone
Put my number in your phone, phone, phone

[Prehook]
She feeling the vibe when I'm running my fingers all over her thighs
Reserved bout' me cause she heard a few things let me easy your mind
Roll with some shooters we balling, put in that order we shot calling
Poppin these bottles they poppin they pussy, white girls with me we wet'em like Uzis

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Step in the building we wildin' come from an island were we drink party and styling
Daps to my niggas no love for these hoes, 3 the hard way till we kill all the pros
Feeling some way cause we doing the most. celebrate with a toast

[intermission]

[Verse 2]

Keys under palm trees out in Shark City, All hail this the young diddy
Just step front of that line, I'ma tech with the lines
Leave an ape bathing I run with some niggas that twist they fingers and rep eastside
Forget your vendettas, I'm focused on getting that cheddar
Sitting with bitches that rock Donatella
All my niggas got dreams of getting that cream
But I'm from a city where dream don't mean shit
Brew a nigga like folders in pursuit of that mozzarella, young toaster
Pop a nigga like Cola, you niggas ain't lyrical; F' your subliminals
But I'm just a VA nigga with a Bone flow
And I got them bars popping like polio
Got the trap house jumping like Ervin
Never stop but red light flash only when recording
Jeff Gordon, no other in my lane
And no time for slave bitches picking my brain
Sipping ice water straight from Cappadonna
Summa Cum laude in company of pre-madonnas
Graduate to compensated, school of hard knocks and cash drops
You failed if you have not, Meth