SPARK - Love SPARK [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: SPARK]

These bitches love SPARK, bruh
I ain't finna argue
Illest in my genre
I swear y'all don't want none
I hail from the Bluff City
Where niggas lie, on God bruh
Niggas out here will rob ya
With no mask on like Sin Cara
They claim they keep a choppa
But we know better than that nigga
See y'all all for the talking
But quiet when it's time for action, figures
Plastic ass niggas, you say you real
That's bound to spark some laughter
All I see is fake thugs like 1990's actors
Don't give a fuck about your dough, boy
Or how you moving them O's, dawg
See, you claim you got that cane
But we know that that's for show, dawg
You rap about a fake life
And your delivery is so off
Yall flow slaw, make me doze off
Just stick to what you know dawg
I'm tired of niggas lyin'
Why do y'all sign these niggas
They brag about committing crimes
Where do y'all find these niggas
See I take my time to write some rhymes
That'll have your mind dismembered
But they say talent is nothing
If you ain't out here grinding, nigga
That's true a bit, but I'm truly sick
See, the shit I spit will give flu to pigs
You other niggas is fluke as shit
I got fire punches, SHORYUKEN
Y'all niggas crazy, it's actually quite astonishin'
Gang bangin' hoes, initiation to hump 'em in
Cuz y'all use bitches for breasts and thighs
They side chick-in'
That shit was weak, but when I speak
It'll take some time to get it
My rhymes different, my style switches
Like a thick bitch in some heels with bad Achilles tendons
I'm the real thing, and I fix the game Arnold Rothstein
Black socks what I rock, I'm a young king
Bet they see czars on march 15th, nigga
No one is hearing you, get some better material
You spit that polyester
Fabricated your realness too
Verses be artificial
I'm hurtin' the competition
My work ethic is to the max
You niggas Darla Dimple
Fool, it is not that simple
I'm brutally honest when you
Want truth in a song
Turn on some SPARK and I will proudly bless you
No joke boy, at this rap shit
I'm a pro boy
I'm hot and cold like burning snow, boy
So if you want hell let me know, boy
Simply put a record killer for you bitch niggas
I know that no one's iller, for real bruh
I bet they loving SPARKy
Live fantasies like I'm LARPing
I love my ladies and sisters
I swear they fly as a harpy
Yo girl is my valentine, she let me get behind
You better catch up
I hit, rewind
Then she bring it back like I left sum'n, SPARK