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

[Verse 1: sIMple]

(sIMple talking)

It's sIMple
Telling my story no forward
As I proceed to move forward
Living my life by four words....
That's "fuck you pay me"
By the first round I am breaking
Bad bitches backs by the beat break I'm Jay-Z
You don't stand a chance with the chance that you are taking
Martin had a dream keep it alive while you are waking and baking
These corner store wraps, these corner store raps
Soon to be a foundation the corner stone of rap
Sippin Ron Burgundy with Corningstone in back
Bitch don't kill my vibe I got a quarter and a sack
Riding to Miami on a quarter tank of gas
And a backpack full of clothes to change, rap Novocaine
Check my stance
Doing the Reindeer dance with Santa in some Hammer pants
Parachute with two Asians playing a pair of flutes
Roger Maris cool as I step up to the plate
I let my music talk, look so fucking European in a pooping stall
I go in there so no one pisses on my shoes is all
Bitch

[Verse 2: Callon B]

(Callon B talking)

Me and sIMple did you get the memo
Hit the Indo, now my thoughts in limbo
Place them in Nuendo, hit the trap to push the fucking demo
The kid is detrimental...
Yo, dope for your ear piece
Know you can hear me, no I ain't heard you no body is near me
92 till now made me a mighty dude
They tryna judge like Hedi Klum
But I got talent they be thinking like it's not Callon
It couldn't be that statement is not valid
The one you should not challenge, sip lean from the Chalice
Trips with Alice to the wonderland, you get hit with my Underhand
Tryna blow my high so roll another gram
This that next level conscious shit
No taste on the hit....that's how I know it's real
I been known to feel, a bit preoccupied
You know I flow to kill, can't stop the rhyme
Hot box a dime, and hop on the mic like what's poppin guys?
Dank

[Verse 3: JoKen]

(JoKen talking)

It's JoKen I'm jumping on the mother fucking cypher
Callon pass the B so I can get a little higher
I'm flyer than a eagle riding on a jet liner
I do this everyday dog but your a one timer
Whoe didn't mean to put your business on the street
But I can't handle all these lames claiming they're better than me
Like I don't put my heart into it when I'm ripping up the beat
I'm getting standing ovations you can't even get a seat
You're weak, and I'm just steady getting stronger
She's bouncing on my dick so I had to call her frogger
I do it for my moms cuz I never knew my father
Spitting fire tryna turn it to a million dollars
I got homies gone to college and some homies who are robbers
Born to be a boss, Donald Trump Barack Obama
Taking over the game got me feeling like Osama
Bullying these rappers they can go and tell they mommas
But she can get the drama to I got a bad attitude
Never scared of anyone but God, who the fuck are you?
Joken