Bill Ding - Chaplin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hear me buzzing cousin I'm about my beeswax
Robitussin in my cup I pop a 3 stack
I'm in your city poppa tell me where the weed at
Before a drop a 50 on this macbook I need that
Fake rap
Cause i don't beatbox
But i whip crack your shit rerock
So chic
No d block
Why your birds on the ground like a peacock
While my birds in the sky through the tristate
Only love in my heart for those who try hate
Those who see money and they eyes dilate
Some ones who take food off of my plate
Y'all kaka your donuts rap you a coppa
I roll my album out in dade county lockup
Thinking how the fuck I'm gonna clock this milli
False move offa nuke this fool to pop a silly

This is my final speech i think I'm charlie chaplin

I've been to the top theres no heaven above us
We underground locked in the dungeon till they love us
So i cut my wrist on some indie shit
Billy ramp bollywood on some hindi shit
I'm borderline tripping one fourth of the time
Do a quart of moll up in my fourth and be forced to retire
If i ever drown it'll be in an ocean of smiles
You can never hold me down bitch
I swear its a long time coming
All this nothing
I tried it y'all way now its time to show me something
You better call me young lurk
The pockets with done dirt
The homie was trying to cry
I told him to rhyme first
Told him he better ball
Cause chances ain't much worse
But this? this didn't happen I did this shit on purpose
You can bullshit all you want
But this artistry come first
Thats why another golden era throwback to gotta hurt

This is my final speech i think I'm charlie chaplin