Barima Pages - Who Dat Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I be that dope rapper
Killing ur fav rapper
Rigamorticizing niggas
I am Kendrick to these Wacka Flockas

Micheal Jackson in the booth
Smooth criminal
Got a way with words
And my brain like a 1000 nerds'

I'm a genius Genie
O Gees be digging me
Rub the lamp and
I might kill a track very skillfully

Granting wishes to my fans
Exciting them with every bar
Dreams of riding in a Range
That's my dream car

Range rover wish
I'm tryna change over shit
Working hard everyday
Tryna make another hit

People appreciate
And Others just be tryna hate
Negligence is what drives me on
I just tolerate

Underrated
I'm really underrated
Now I thump my chest and say to myself that I'm the greatest

Ugh
I'm just confident yet people think I'm arrogant
When you tread this path people have all kinds of thoughts of you
Inhibitions, mayne they drive me nuts
When I hear em talk about me. I be greeting em with tuts

Ugh
Its irritating when people don't really know you
And they keep on spreading and saying all kinds of stuff about you

But that's the biz
As an aspiring celebrity
I gotta get accustomed to the fact that people gon talk
If they don't talk about you. Then you a nobody
Since they talk about me. I am a somebody

See We dey grind charley
No time to waste
Fiending for the glory
You can see that I am in a haste

Overlooking obstacles and retrogressors
So vindictive. I'm just tryna shame my transgressors

Jump wimme on track and see your obituary
So articulate my homies call me dictionary
Missionary: I'm fucking at the top
And I am never backing down
I'm a rap king now

Barima pages!
This noun has got me now known in town
People holla at your boy anytime im around
Got chicks and gees asking who dat?
Cos its mind boggling
The way your boy skilled bruh

I used to suck
Mayne they used to say I'm wack
So I took some time to learn
Now your boy no dey slack
Get with me on a track
And You might need some efpac
Cos I'm gonna give u pain
When you see me
Homie duck!

Cos

I'm spitting fire
Fireflame spitter
Birdman junior
Lil Wayne on these haters I be popping bottles
Chilling out with models
Me and my homie Edwin get it popping
We always balling. Homie

Broad broads abroad telling me they love me
Just because she heard my song
Shawty say she love me
She wanna do me
Sending me gracious images
Blowing up my phone
And they wipe away my grimaces


Kay Ara; I swear that guy be guy pass!
I learnt a lot from him
Now I'm living in a high class
Ein advice make I shun dem weak flows
Now your boy so dope
I'm just tryna rock Big shows
And make money
Live a better life
Make Maame my wife
Buy my mama a house
You feel me?
That's the dream nigga