Bugatti Beez - My Way [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
(Huh?)
Funny how I'm finna start this shit
Joint in my hair, finna spark this shit
Finna paint a picture like I'm artistic
Watch this shit
Finna have 'em gossiping
Don't pay no matter what this gossiping
Push beef like I'm cow tipping
Shoes tied; I am not tripping
Nigga, I'm a bull with the mic like Scott Pippen
(Oh shiznit..)

[Verse 1]
You motherfuckers gone get enough of discussing
Who the hottest one when they be dropping like I don't
Exist!
Close to the gutter like I'm bowling big
Yeah, I'm bigger than Hot Dog, I'm a Polish, bitch!
Ain't nobody cold as this!
If it's next to my grass, nigga, I ain't finna mow the shit!
(Why not?)
Cause nigga
I stay in the clouds
I'm never on the ground
How am I to notice it?
Now I'm finna switch the flow up, nigga, hold up
If you got weed, nigga, roll up!
Yeah, I'm getting money nigga, so what?!
Oh, what? You mad you ain't picking up whips like a tow truck?
Niggas who be thinking like that be killing me!
Somebody point me to the women, please!
All I need in my life is a bright-skin
Tryna get eight from the side for infinity
(Wait a minute, G.)
I get out of pockets, but I promise, I'm honest
I'm just tryna get to the Commas
And I'm never gone stop it until i think I have a heart attack
Demi Lovato
I see you haters in the back, wishing that I would just swallow
But man, I can't
A weapon on top like a tank
Niggas wishing they belong in a tank
Tryna keep up with my lyrics, man
They all finna faint
Finna drop a tape
Then I know they all finna hate!
(The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.)

[Verse 2]
Goodness gracious!
Finna lift-off
People think I'm mixed with spaceship!
I don't know, but I know I'm not mixed with basic
I can never, ever get complacent
People tell me that the way that I spit's amazing
And I speak so articulated
And sophisticated
Tell the people I run it
I keep it a hundred
I think that be a Ben Franklin related
(Oh my God!)
I'm a different dude
Js in my hand, no, not the tennis shoes
I got your girlfriend in my phone, sending nudes
Man, I swear to God, that shit was rude
But now I'm in the game
And yeah, I'm finna bend the rules
Bite my shiny, metal ass
Like the Bender dude
But don't you ever get the shit confused
Cause I'm close to the hood like an engine, fool
No niggas that really gripped a tool
Fuck around and out a pole to a bitch like stripper move!
*gasp* I ran out of breathe, hold on...

[Verse 3]
(Aight.)
What the fuck do I look like?
Stopping this hot shit
I know the people watchin'
Got an ill mind like Hopsin
Smoke tropic
Until my eyelids turn violet
I don't really wanna ever have to get violent
Fly as a pilot!
And I'm only 6'2"
But I could fuck around and dap God if I stood on my wallet
I'm forever rising
Surprising all of my haters and now
I'm serving niggas like waiters
Tip me or meet the tip of the nine!
(*gunshot*)