Callon B - SHED II [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Callon B]

Ay ay ay ay
I got this dope shit in my notebook you OD off my catalog
These rappers sayin' I'm bogus (Fuck em, fuck em) I ain't mad at all
All y'all do is just chat and talk I ain't pullin' shit I ain't laugh at all
I'm crazy, guess that hints why I'm inside all these padded walls
All my dogs we in the bitch, you on my balls I hit the spliff
I'm on the clock don't miss a tick, so focused fuck I'm gettin' it
Y'all walkin round pretending it's okay that I keep killin shit
I know you wish I didn't spit like Eminem on "Infinite"
I'm underrated others hate it, don't miss a beat my minds awaken
What my name is? What my name is? Callon B I'm far from playin
We are sedated so much bullshit that it's hard to take it
These rappers basic I can read you like a chapter pages
The apples tasted if you're scared you know the chapels waitin'
This my affidavit know my third eye's activated
Y'all got them 9/11 bars my flags half mass a wavin'
False flag flows, they got me fuckin agitated

[Verse 2: JoKen]

Hold up wait a minute this that white boy flow
Got a bottle full of lean and a bag full of dro
Need a bad bitch too hey bro where the hoes
Lets get buck wild no TV show, whoe
I'm in my zone my bars can't pass drug test no no
They be to dope like weed I smoke
Got blunts so fat they look like rope
We in this bitch boy we so deep
Worst nightmare shit give you bad dreams
I got that heat get your ass beat
Left hook right hook like Muhammad Ali
Uh, can't fuck with my team 3 letters I rep thats GYB
And fuck anything that you've heard about me
Cuz I'm the illest mother fucker coming out the P
My city feel that too, real rap fool
Got me goin nuts I ain't talkin bout cashews
I'll pass you racing to the top
Cash rules everything know I'm bout my guap
Ridin in the Beamer when I'm pulling off the lot
You claiming you hard and we claiming you not
Wanna test that theory one hit get knocked
Got goons on deck and I'm calling them shots

[Verse 3: Frank]

I take one to the head like Abe Linc
I blow grade A boy don't grade me
In the fast lane zootin now I'm making big moves
All the sudden mother fuckers wanna pace me?
Naw fuck that I'm driven more than a 95' Cadallac man true that
If you ain't with the movement than move back
Got a will to get rich so I'll die just to do that
Do you feel what I'm saying, didn't make the cut so she pay just to play
Ain't a dime piece so she fuckin to stay but if she ain't a nine she ain't fuckin no way
True, had a lot of friends turn fake
Made me lose a lot of my faith
When you didn't have shit I gave you money now I wouldn't even give a hand shake
Roll a blunt and hit a back road with a bad hoe
Getting Throwed like a lasso
Y&R what I've been told, never been in the friend zone
Known to hang around with the nympho's
Got dope by the pen load, loud when I walk got dro in my insoles
Just save all the insults, face facts while I'm laid back with a zig zag full of indo
Then I give it to my kinfolk, all I need is a mic and a kit-mo
How many songs do it take till I get known and how many dranks does it take till I get dome?
Huh, how many?