Bryant Dope - Clouds of the Killa [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Catch me in the street
Blowin' clouds of the killer
Your people are fake
But my people are realer

[Verse 1]
Just woke up and hit the bong
Tell them that my niggas on
Flippin' words like birds
Gettin' money that niggas never heard of
And we chillin' nigga
Smokin' on that killer, nigga
Got a bad bitch with a swollen ass
Who like to ride this dick, nigga
Stress ain't shit to a premature don
Michael Corleone ?
So smooth, like a baby's epidermis
Got that heat, nigga, pass the Thermos
Y'all tryin' to box me in
But you cannot win
That is sin, this God's plan
I still plan to change your tone
Like a spray tan
Or a Ray-Ban
Niggas insane in the membrane
Flow like hot flame, propane
I'm in so low, kill your campaign
Your camp told me to stop, mane
But I only stop to let the fucking beat drop
Bake a crack verse, get the world off of Detox
Young don dodda, name who's hotter
No blue collar, one green dollar
And I need that yen for the rubies and the doobies
For the cuties in Jacuzzis
Who meet Uzis if the uze me
I ain't givin' shit to a ho
Sank good pipe in Cabo
Cool ass nigga from the QU borough
Born in the gutter, raised in the jungle
Home of the concrete comeback
Niggas don't know come back soon
I'mma change that
Tell 'em where my brain's at

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Catch me in the streets countin' change with a dime piece
I open up that zip and then she's rollin' rellos for me
Homie, I swear that y'all don't know me
I give my left hand daps
Cause y'all are lame and y'all are phony
Thought that we was cool
'Til you turn 'round and tried to clone me
Now it's dial tones when you pick up and try to phone me
Phony, I'm from a place where the sun don't shine
Where red dot means matched red and black nines
Cops still watch but never give time
Niggas pull Glocks and commit real crimes
But I stay chill and I stay cool
And hangin' out like swingin' noose
Hip-hop hop give you the deuces
Weed give me peace just like a Buddhist
Burnin' by myself in a room secluded
Bud too loud, the world is muted
In the tree, my flow is rooted
This is pure, y'all songs diluted
Oh, I change my flow
I leave you blind
Like a window's closed
You'll see all black like a minstrel show
There is no hope, just like Jim Crow
And I'm gone on the beat
On the beat
I'm gone on the beat
Y'all niggas weak

[Hook]