Reign - FWC (Hard In The Paint) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Overconfident Yawning]
Man I swear I see these haters put they full court pressure in
But Reign, you go harder in the paint than a Mexican

(Verse)
So keep on pressin’ in, cause you’re irrelevant
I keep it so real, I bet I could go to hell and vent
So watch the devil spit, fly as a pelican
If life is a movie, my clips are an Uzi
And I’m ‘bout to shoot an alternate end
So go and scratch your head, and shoulders couldn’t hold us
I am the guardian, pushing these niggas like they was in strollers
And it’s over, cause we bout to annihilate anyone who oppose us
I’m a poser? Come closer, and I’ll show you the true imposter
Look right in this mirror I’m holdin’…
That’s right I got the game on my shoulders
But I am no Greg Oden, you niggas just upset Kobe
Goin’ hard in the paint like Odom, and if he get Grizzly, I’ll Pau Gasol him
Never been friendly, Golden State Warrior, your flow’s cold, my shit’s polar…
So bear with me dog…and don’t you bark at Reign
This is my backyard, and I ain't never had no chain
Just bands on my wrist…and so you know I split
Like gymnasts when I’m finished, getting faded like my vintage
Jeans, and so it seems, DreamTeam is just a triple play
I’m getting these niggas a mic and a mirror so that they could watch just what they say
Cause if these words were Glade, then I’d be quick to spray
Just to clear the air…just to save the day

Oh now they saying they ain't know I had it in me?
Boy I got it, and I keep a back-up like a kidney

Fuck the back-up, ain't nobody riding with me
It’s just me and my beamer, benz, or Fonzworth Bentley
No really…I’m just in my city faded off the philly
Driving something that my mom put the down payment on
And no, I don’t fuck with pigs, every day is Ramadan
But if you got beef, we’ll get our filet mignon, look
They call me Reign Lincoln…I’ll never tell a lie
My ex is saying that she couldn’t find a better guy, damn…
It’s a little late for all that
I’m with some chicks that’s desperate to get their jaw jacked
So I don’t call back, I’m too busy fucking up
But I swear that missing you just hit me like an uppercut, but
Fuck is up? I’m with some niggas with the best dro this side of the Mississippi
That’s for my nigga Glen Knutt riding with me and Nick
We the shit, so why y’all pissed?
Cause you on a boat, and we on a ship?
And we in the house, and you in a tent?
She go both ways so she’s on the fence
“Touché,” “on guard,” now we on the fence (Fencing)
Haha…yeah, that’s word to young Dylan McCarter
Lyrical slaughter, I promise this what the doctor ordered
The water’s uncharted, I’m trail blazing, Louis and Clark’n
The mixtape is coming soon, I’m through with the talking