SL - IV. Bout Me [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Ali]
Let me remind you again
We at the top, nigga
Just settle in
Simmer down
Put that pipe down
The weed you smoking must be too loud
Don't you hear that sound, nigga?
Sound of the drums
Rat-tat-tat-tat since you wanna bust guns
I don't mean no disrespect but when a nigga outta money gotta put him in check
Keep him in balance
Triple Beam Dreams
I don't mean No Malice
You always be in the back like a ad-lib
Give me an instrumental and I'll rap it
Christmas time
I live in the present
Fuck a future
Wallet full of dead presidents
9 to 5 and my nigga pop a 7
She spilling out her life to me like I was a reverend
That's real
Never gave a fuck what a bitch had to say
I'm ill
Fucking with real niggas keeps the doctor away
I'm a masseuse, masochist
Lay the pipe down, she keep flooding it
I kill your girl's cat, give your condolences
And if you ask about the city, know we running it
Impeccable flow
Polished enough
I am the God, you the prodigal son
I spit enough flame to burn up the whole sun
Make your life inexistent, irrelevant cuHz
You lying under me just like a rug
I blaze up the booth with this knowledge and truth
I'm ancient, alive
This wisdom inside
I am an owl that is aging like wine

[Hook]
You don't really know about me
Yeah, motherfucker you don't really know about me
Keep my name out your motherfucking mouth
Only time it's ever said is when your girl is talking about me
Talking bout, you don't really know about me
Yeah, motherfucker you don't really know about me
You don't really know about me
Yeah, motherfucker you don't really know about me

[Verse 2: Christ]
Now, motherfucker, bet you know our name
SL, bitch, we produced by Liu Kang
Couple people hot cause we drop that flame
Got no reason to drop a name
Young prophet and I'm fucking profiting
Every verse is added to the Bible
Every shot gets added to the rifle
All of these bodies get added to the pile
Preaching that light and I'm leaving y'all blind, fool
Shit, I gotta spit it with a blind fold
Grab ya bitch and poke her fore you even see me, you quit
That's a blind fold
With the all american girl
But to me she just a blonde ho
Triple 7 agent
11 times, James Bond, ho
Word is bond
Why you stuttering? Your bond broke
Bet you all broke and your mind broke
Only thing I broke is the fucking bank
Know you scared of these shots
Motherfucker, I bang
Dope lines are metaphoric
So high, I'm euphoric
We go so hard, motherfuckers can't ignore it
Not just a rapper, I'm a fucking a poet
Grab the fo' and po' it
No longer being poor, it's all looking up
Your girl on her knees
Man, she's looking up
Bitch, you ain't killing shit
Christ reembodied
I could bet that you're a Christian
So you follow me, you pray to me
I father thee, you're prey to me
What you gotta say to me?
Prolly usher in your confessions
Bitch, you ain't eating
In line for concessions
Getting no attention
We keep on winning
Couple savages, that's how we living
Drop bodied we was bound to make a killing
If you getting any medals
Motherfucker, we stealing

[Hook]
You don't really know about me
Yeah, motherfucker you don't really know about me
Keep my name out your motherfucking mouth
Only time it's ever said is when your girl is talking about me
Talking bout, you don't really know about me
Yeah, motherfucker you don't really know about me
You don't really know about me
Yeah, motherfucker you don't really know about me