CEO Sekhmet - Real Life [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro:

Still guerilla guillotine the general
Sekhmet the pen i position the lead
Black ops the guillotine a killer
Grind veteran still bustin ya head

Hook:

In real life play the cards dealt so a nigga cook crack
And a bitch sell ass and a nigga gone jack you
And a nigga smoke crack in the trap house
Sleeping on the floor with the rats - in real life
And a bitch sell her ass in the broad daylight
Don't pay no tax - in real life
And a nigga gone jack your stash
Yes indeed he coming in there with the mask
Real life, real life
Nigga make sure they ain't coming to get you

Verse 1:

A nigga shoot far with the mask boys
Wiped right off the block cause it hit hard
I was born in the center of hell
Where sin been mastered at and so well
Beretta black outs keep em crucified
Guess who coming out to kill them bitches
These niggas scared shitless can't understand power and command when they next to riches
Box the money up and the dope in waterproof bags
Tree sap the woods stash that shit instant
Heartless type of bidness to have revolve on blood
Frigedaire empty, bell ring in the school zone shooters armed
3 in the morning that's real class
Rock rental gun, done, kill shit fast grab pharmacy 101
Stuff it in book bags
Everyday mail dope fiend track - zombie walking often shopping in the trap
Brick stocks blood on the blacktop bought another coffin to drop off a body in
Sun hot, sirens sqwaking, draw down to kill they laughed at how a nigga ran
Fell on the sidewalk choked 'fore da handcuffs broke swallowed the dope and gave him a heart attack

Hook

Verse 2:

And this the front line don't set ya sights wrong, lock, load heads to roll with red beam on
And she got niggas hitting it raw come dried on the side her jaw for cokestraws
Razors and white lines tweak em every night - dont bring shit here stepped on spending
Party in the duck off wednesday was hittin it on a mattress on the floor back of the building
Full bodyshots, ops, coroner van draw a chalk line again and yellow tape that entrance
Layed in his blood defenseless a ghost for all that dope ya roast up in the kitchen
A belt needle the brown gone through his arm now he yawning itchin real bad
Trap anywhere tabs, coke, retail, by any means sell shop set up in hotels
Grind veteran cold world I'm better in Sekhmet The Pen composition to kill
Still guerilla, guillotine the general bananas and hammers and catalyst steel
Real niggers get locked down the rest dead and any bitch sell you dreams be a nigga turn Fed
Cancel his life line believe in the lead put a bullet in his mouth blow out the back of his head then

Hook

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Get it
So much light bust ya head with it