Alpha Mason - B*tch Dont Kill My Vibe (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
This, D.O.P.E till my death, nobody else but my set
Demeanor of Pure Essense
Who got the torch beware, Im coming after that there
Nobody stopping my drive like, LeBron in my lyrics
I just hope the threats is real clear, I'm here ain't going nowhere
This life I put in this mic, damn right I'm living this shit

[Verse 1: Alpha Mason]
Wake and Bake, I'm slaving in green call me Kunta
This feeling is real
Living my life through a wrap, and this rapper feins burners
These raps influences by thick wraps, it's homonymous torture
Riding around with this fat pack, could've thought and sworn I was norbit
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop on that nigga
Him and whoever cosigning that nigga
Enter the coup and it feel like a game
But it ain't no game when I'm gripping this trigga
Last of a breed with artistry authentic is us
Feeling superb of my hunting skills the way I'm after these bucks
Never leave your chick by me
Me or the crew
We take your bitch for a joyride with her dogging tongue out the coup
I ain't gotta lie it's the truth, your bitch love the vibe we produce
Keep my cups high, alongside, with your chicks thighs is the move uh
Push up on niggas like swing sets
After all crews necks, and honor deaths straight through a crew neck
Which crew next? Feeling like "kill a crew roulette"
This souvenir of herbs got me feening for crews deaths
We kill niggas, trademark and bogart the field nigga
Like nights skys, we all stars a part a squad that's by far leaders of all stars
Y'all niggas depart
And that's dope


[Bridge]
This Dope like fresh off the boat
Chronic lines, fresh out the throat. Niggas that's dope
Remember it, save the intelligence, not just an utterance, this is a preference feeling of heaven sent, verbal addiction
Poolside with these vodka shots and these lean cups
Contradicting with "Mary Jane" ol' fine ass in this muscle blunt
You remind me of an Arab Terrorist, cause you killing my high
Please I beg you don't fuck up my vibe

[Verse 2]
Im sliding on the beat like a playground on it
This that flow that a waterfall cloning
You can't get a blue scene off my Ora, gel that curly hair and cease the moment
Cease how a nigga got dreams, just not 3's
I pack trees, a logger couldn't log in my entries
A lumberjack that rap, jack the fast life, and reach scenes of the sacrifice to lumber dreams
But it won't come if I'm palmed, Im trynna deprive myself of strollers and shit
Die with Faith in me like I confiscated Biggies heart
Or stay with Faith like I'm Chris offspring
Got bars more piercing than a tattoo parlor
Notepad got so much flame you'd thought I was arsonist
Falling for my raps, like a Christmas party
Queens nigga, fucking with a BX shawty
Visualize aspects in I like you perfect
Visualize aspects in I, like optometrist
Visualize aspects aye, you can't quit
Or visualize aspects of me and this middle thing
I'm hardly a Hardey but I make shit flip
You couldn't get a penny if Janet my trick
Not to toot my own horn but I'll blow this bitch
A nigga get more butts than an astray with clips
And I don't sell bud but G's all I equip
Got bitches hooked to me as if they boxing for sense that I equip in lyrics this a beautiful bliss
I just pray that this beauty don't have me missing on cents
I'm holding on
Grasp tighter than molasses in the palm of the hands of a Koala
Besides the fact the torch in my grip like a Mac 10
I'll never Kirk Bang my vison that I'm asking for


[Outro]
Tell em, Alpha is my name
You know what I'm after, that fame
Same Day 1 niggas I won't change
It's no game, I dream for lights covered in my name
Came from piss in the elevator to being a levitator
Levitating to my dream
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