AJ 773 - POV [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

Welcome to the reign, shit finna get real
Fuck your favorite rapper, observe that I'm ill
Nah, that was rude allow me to retract
Fuck that shit, as a matter of fact
Young Chicago nigga with a New York flow
With a down south flow, with a west coast flow
Blowing these O's into the ozone
I'll never break like a old Nextel phone
Getting it cracking, Saddam Hussein neck
With a super thick chick with no gag reflex
Fucking the game on cam, POV sex
Giving niggas the blues, shoutout to Hillcrest
St. Lawrence all the way to MCHS
Since 1993, I've had this S on my chest
Walk in the studio with a Mac, Tec, and a vest
Cold as the peak of motherfuckin Mount Everest
Apologies Momma, I'm finna go off
Cause I'm sick and tired of hearing them talk
They ain't got not team, yet they claim they the boss
Most of these niggas virgin pussy soft
Catch a nigga robbing flows you know I got the bat man
If they get to frontin, then I hit em with the backhand
Chiraq shit rolling authentic afghan
Catch me in the air like Rob Van Dam
If I got any sicker, I'd have my own disease
If I got any hotter, I'd have my own degrees
If I spit a little game, then she gone be on the D
So if she don't say N O , then you know I got the P
I'm just chilling in the studio, conducting this manslaughter
Feeling like "The Drought 3" Dwayne Carter lets get it started

[Pre Verse]
Catch a nigga robbing flows you know I got the bat man
If they get to frontin', then I hit em with the backhand
Chiraq shit rolling authentic afghan
Catch me in the air like Rob Van Dam

[Verse 2]
I remember motherfuckers used to really ignore me
Little shit they whipped up really bored me
At a young age knew fuck shit wasn't for me
So I copped a notepad in wishes of recording
I realized I'm good, matter fact fantastic
So I could son the game and clarify to these bastards
They can't touch me, or see me but they forced to listen
To a nigga out they league not even they division
Lacking a story of whipping up crack up in the kitchen
But give any motherfucker that want it the business
Bout to smash the game on my missionary
Admire my logic nigga, I'm a visionary
While I'm getting stoned like a cemetery
Spitting shit colder than Antarctica's Ben and Jerry's
My flow? That shit ridiculous
Lil ol' Albert who could envision it
Wooh
That nigga spit crack
The top I gotta get that
Fuck 12 tell em get back
Chi-town shit nigga don't lack
About to cause a collision
Murk shit with precision
Oozing with the ambition
Definition of a musician
You slave to rhyme book
And ain't no abolition
Did you stupid niggas get it?
Lacing up my kicks to run this shit
Y'all running too, but behind me and still tripping
I'm more like Lebron plus Kobe plus KD
Majority of y'all niggas barely Scottie Pippen