CJ Williams - Dead Presidents Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Money is madness, money is power
Even if you blind you know the money is ours
In my mind is a couple crazy thoughts
A couple crazy thots tryna get in my mind
Tryna claim I forgot my roots
Like I cut the tree
And left for you but stayed for me
They want the cream lemme remind I ain't done now
People is hating on me cause all a sudden that I’m dumb now
They don’t understand it, punchlines should be dumbed down
Man rap is no fun now
Ducking you like Donald, trumpets playing with the drums now
Fired up like Donald Trump I’m sick of being run down
Sick of being told not to come down
I love this music
Its like a rescue
Even if I’m stuck in space I’ll make music thats a Neptune
Got the money to rent you
I’m the dude that you vent to
If you sneezing, god bless you
If you breathing god bless you
Damn, you the type you been annoying me
On my shit like a toilet seat
Spitting colder than 4 degrees
Fahrenheit 451 cause I’m burning words but its verbally
Perfectly spit this dead president expect to hear from me
Damn. Abe Lincoln on my wrist, thats a presidential rollie
Spit cold Snow White, so the flow is always dopey
Hopefully dope is enough to it large locally
S’possed to be spitting poetry
Til I do it like its supposed to be
Dead

Money is madness, money is mine
Cause even if you didn't have it then I wouldn't mind
But could I, say the same about ya’ll or is worthless
Care more about purchase then the service
A different version
So much make up like you in the circus
I’m on some different shit, the dopest - furthest
At least I gotta purpose
Certain people on my jock man they to uncertain
Claim I make em’ nervous
Hotter than a furnace
Word to chief keef, me and him both Earned It
I’m far from perfect. They can’t hear it so its prolly wordless
Listen closer cause its going over your head you under the surface
I swear you actin like a hermit..
Damn for real
But this work ethic relentless
Grinding in my sleep man my dreams need a dentist
You rappers need to scramble
Homie I ain’t talking breakfast
You expect it lemme get back to the message for real
I do it big homie I ain’t even hypnotized
These people haters so you might as well be civilized
They had money, then they bank account just simplified
I wanna die the truth, half of ya'll just live a lie
Rapping heavily, vibe to all of my melodies
People filled with the jealousy
Spitting bars like a felony
Do it and then eventually
People hate on the recipe
So ahead of ya’ll you can’t see me like 370
Flight