Weston Gates - The Bar Exam [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Shortened Hook: Weston Gates]

No notes in my notebook; just rhymes, no hook
No notes in my notebook; just rhymes, no hook

[Verse 1]

First question who you know who dressin' fresh as him
And second why you second-guessin Weston when he crushin' every
Section on the test- no corrections, no correctional
Facility could feasibly fill up as many bars as me

I rape the game turn the state pen into Penn State
Old rappers look like Sandusky, but they can’t touch me
I’m too turnt, bitch I’m on my too soon flow
I kill 2Chainz and turn him into 2 tombstones

I can’t help but murder everything I come across
I come across your girl’s shirt you purchased for her from LaCoste
Hoppin' into social circles and gingham squares
Like Hernandez I got everybody in New England scared

Shop around, find somebody who can top my sound
Got these girls on Tinder singing Timber while I chop ‘em down
My textbooks are probably somewhere in the lost and found
My GPA’s so bad I probably shoulda gone to Brown

Ivy League nerdy girlies wanna talk to me
Their parents tell ‘em get straight A’s, but they want the D
I take historians, back to my Victorian
I literally put the “dick” in vale-dick-torians

I drop the Trojans like I’m OJ Mayo
Make your girl disappear like you were Manti Te'o
She take the rubber with her sox on like it’s Fenway
I’m rubbin' rappers all the wrong way like they Bengay

Check the resume, bitch I’m Ernest Hemingway
I’m steady earning plenty pay, and ruining your wedding day
Increase the white collar crime rate, that’s my mind state
Come up in her eye, she can’t see now it’s a blind date

Ugh...man fuck that’s nasty
Rappers like my teachers man they just can’t pass me
But I’m less concerned with school than tryna get this cock to fit
If I don’t get my doctorate, then fuck it I’ll just doctor it

So call a doctor quick, I might kill with these mic skills
And I’m quite ill even though I’m takin Nyquil every night still
Uh; Flu flow, I’ve been sick and outta medication
[Kendrick Lamar voice] I’m Kendrick if Kendrick’d had an education

Power to my pedigree, I’m living like a Kennedy
Amenities, amphetamines, I’m flyin to the Grenadines
In First Class, smoke the first blunt while I light a second
I get a mile high...and fuck the flight attendant

I never call her back callin' that a missed connection
She lied about her birth control, I call her Miss Conception
I’m goin' into private jets, bitch I been abroad
You goin' into menopause, cuz you been a broad


[Hook: Weston Gates]

No notes in my notebook; just rhymes, no hook
No notes in my notebook; just rhymes, no hook

No notes in my notebook; just rhymes, no hook
Checkbooks over textbooks; right look, left hook
No notes in my notebook; just rhymes, no hook
And bitch I'm lookin' right but I still hit you with that left hook

[Verse 2]

I see your girl lookin gloomy dude, she probably gonna do me soon
She movin' like a groupie gettin' groovy to my loony tunes
Sweet suffering succotash, I’m flush with cash
When it comes to class, I don’t fail- I just puff and pass

Your slut’s attached to my nut sack, we fucked fast, for breakfast gave her
Three Plan B’s plus a bus pass, what’s that
Who’s this new kid who is such a nuisance when he do this shit
That college kid who polishes his foolishness he’s full of it

That unexpected disrespectful intellectual
I sext yer girl while you sittin' next to her in lecture ho
I know she want me cuz she asked me, "Could you Snapchat?"
Dick-pic on my touch screen I asked her, "Would you tap that?"

She started texted me, and then I knew she’d call quick
She heard I had a STD- a "Super Tall Dick"
You’re in her heart, but I’m in her shorts
She go to your house for the dinner course, then my house for the intercourse

Give and Take, she call me Mr. Give I call her Miss Take
My mixtape’ll get me wanted in like six states
But when my records fall they’ll break a record, don’t you reckon y’all?
A big swinging dick got Miley Cyrus on my wrecking balls

This the Bar Exam I’m just tryna raise the bar
And show my mom and dad that I’m as smart as all these Asians are
I’m racin cars while higher than your ACT’s and SAT’s
And GMAT’s and GRE’s, bitch I’m G-R-E-A-T

It's Rap 101 and all it covers is me
I’m feelin' way too hot to get another degree
And I got too much real shit to build a white picket fence around
I’ll prove I’m Number 1 and put my Number 2 pencil down