Roc Marciano - Boosie Fade [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro Roc Marciano]
Yeah
It's alive
It's alive

[Verse #1 Roc Marciano]
Yo
I must be some kind of Frankenstein, peep the way I'm designed
With the .9 by my waistline
Don't waste your time rhyming and quit your day job
I'm in the Bahamas till I came back the same shade as Akon
Seats in my favorite ride remind me of sweet potato pie
You eager to take my spot but the game is mine
I'm playing keep away with the rock
You geeks could never play for my squad
Pop a muscle in your quad, you feel like 2pac up in Quad
You got touched but no one was charged
Hustlers were shuffling the cards
Bust the gun down and flush the parts
Whatever don’t fit just chuck it in Flushing Park
I’ll be right here with the truck in park
While the Gap Band played I stared in a daze
My graze can't be patched with a band-aid
To save me these ladies laid on a hand grenade, to ensure I ain't get a scrape on my handsome face
No Wraith can equate to my traits it's Land o' Lakes you need a Lambo to date
My character nothing man made can validate
My palate's way past Alize, this a glass of Ace
It's safe to say that I have immaculate taste
The grass was saturated with snakes
Had to navigate through the maze
Went from the new kids on the block
We was moving weight to get stupid paid
Flipped the script and did some music and now we cool in the gang
Who they at the top of the food chain baby they say we end Lucifer's reign
I'm sick, this ain't your everyday flu strain
Chase the kombucha root with the Deuce, obey what I do say
My blade will get you way more than a Boosie Fade

[Westside Gunn]
Ay yo, the Mac ain't a Macintosh (Mac ain't a Macintosh)
I hit your wit all 32
I swear to God, kissed the brick, told it I loved it, then I bust it
The ol' 8 looking all rusted, but I trust it (Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom)
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Clotheslined the coke/ porsche mustard
Blew his brains out, shit disgusting
Handcuff the jail ? with lifers
Your face will get sliced up
Commissary get took, you wanna be like us
Bottom bunk nigga for real
I know some niggas that did dumb time, came home and got killed
The new king of New York, I do as a I will
Nigga let the dope spoon shit turned to milk
The fish scale fabulous, clappin fifths
Imagine if, my mackerels came short, miraculous
Pass the blick, where you stashed the chips, take the cash and dip