Cash Sinatra - Sinatra's Word [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Look, look, uh..

Know how to go with this ?
Spit the coldest shit
Started to flow with it
Roped it
And eloped with it
Mister don't rap after hims doin' it
Better be through with it
Direct your way to another room
Im never losin' it
Sweep y'all after jumpin' the broom
I play with death
Break mirrors after humpin' tombs
I'm tired of y'all board games, you never get the clue
And when you do, I read ya mind
I know it's it out the blue
Trynna see green without white
And make it clear to you
My colors are all flustered, as it appears to you
Whats a bunny to me, is a bear to you
And me in 1st is like 5th gear to you
Get it ?
Nobody ever can compare
Man you better go prepare
Damn, ya pen should disappear
When them phones is in my ear
Better clone me cuz im rare
Cuz the throne b got me lonely
I know we someone, so I could share
Sike !
Im tellin' tall tales
Like shorties with long nails
You never finger pop
Ya shot at the top ?
You will fall, fail
Them bitches with weaves is who you call real ?
Shorty with a caesar, ice like Carvel
Shine like stars
Vibes like Kartel
IIndependent women hold weight like barbells
Who would've thought that i'd be livin' this life ?
Given the mic at birth, gifted
And I'm spittin it right
When you listen to Cash
It's like you hittin' the pipe
And when im kickin' it fast
You hear im spittin' it light
Like I can go for hours
Cowards think they're given the power
To spit crack off of sour or cuz they smokin' a pack
I got flowers for ya cemetery
The recipe is lettin' me
Spit till the death of me
The death of you is destiny
Allegedly I kill em ?
No ! definitely RIP em
Sendin' me to Ecstasy
Forcin' me to clip em
If im forced to be the villain
Then im killin' this shit
Im supposed to the killer im concealing a clip
Bein' a dick, you're fucked
When spittin' the gift
Whether an ocean, pond or river you ain't seein' this shit
Ha
I can flow forever
Clever rhymes rollin' off the tongue
I know im never lettin' mine go
Until im done
Spittin' live the one, im Neo's son
Till I knock you 2 off.. Im the 1
Cunt
Im 20 and down goin' for the punt
It's like a brothel of rappers
Cuz all you niggas suck
My moneys in shape
Yes, my figures up
Like sex with an AIDS patient yes, im sick as fuck
Im nasty when I spit but you still pick it up
Weight of the world on my shoulders
I still lift it up
Y'all never want beef
Dog Y'all Chicken up
If it's problems ? Viagra mannequins
Dog y'all stiffin' up
I lock in with the bars so hard im shittin' cuffs
The feens need me with this dust im kickin' up
I spit crack from the crust, and that caused the rush
Supplyin' ya mind and that should be enough
Cash