Tamacki - M.I.T.M [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Tamacki]

Yoow, Tamacki
I got my nigga Perry on this
Eh yoow! Eh yoow!

[Verse 1: Tamacki]

Yeah tell me that you love me
Come ride on my dick, fuck being a fairy
Tell me you hate me, still suck my dick
Stop being Janelly
Came in this game and now they fear me
Tell these dudes that they is below me
I'm the rap engineering
The god is reborn, no shit you can tell me
These niggas hustle hard, straight up from the pennies
Money is the motive, stay grinding like Tony Parvati
Men smoke changed the old me
I'm soo high my niggas tryna hold me
Baptized with the holy my sanctuary
Bang! Bang! Bang! Street thugs they be banging
Grinding! Life's a monopoly
Everyone's in the game but these niggas all lucky
Fuck me! Dreams of Maserati
Money is the drug, it's a great remedy
Tamacki! Tamacki! Money is the drive so now they feel me
Streets cruel so all we do is grinding
Jaime said work hard but play like Tom and Jerry
Thought about it, thought that shit was crazy
Looking at my life it's a dichotomy
Genius, that's what my niggas call me
A great man born you can lick my greatness
Relentless! My style is relentless
They get props to suck my cock she love the greatness
Speechless! This war for a weakling, a goblin, hobgoblin
Men this all the same shit
Preaching! I swear I'm never preaching
Cos practice what you preach got a nigga practicing
Dissing! She diss me then she kiss me
She in for the money, fast life in Lambourghinis
She a classic, always a class illness
The illest rapper alive someone give me a treatment
Raah!

[Bridge: Perry]

Money got me going like
That's the motive, I gotta do this
I gotta stunt nigga! I gotta flaunt nigga!
Shoes and chains gotta have it all nigga
And the girls too

[Verse 2: Perry]

With my boo boo face and with these two bouquets
For my ma and my papa, A hat for his toupee
An ace for his efforts
Stick to your books or I go coo coo ay!
What more could I say huh?
Never told me money was the motive
But I kinda got the picture, that's the reason I live
I teach myself bad morals cos I'm a rapper
This wanna be life done made me a fronter Uh!
On the front line I suffer losses
So stay with me and ride till you get sore feet
And be my black fleet, I'm your favourite that's what I mean
Cos if I try to right my wrongs, some could still be left
I could be jailed for theft
Deemed imperfect, for the record I'm not
My style could be your preference, I doubt it's hot
My self esteem is kinda low
I gotta get it up and get it up and get right back to my feet
Money was the motive and I pursued the vane things life had to offer
Tryna see that Benjamin like Joseph
Even if it meant putting y'all behind bars