C.O'D. - Who's Winning? (Paris Morton Music 2 OD-Mix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I came with the intention to be the greatest to ever do it
To be the teacher, turn the rappers you idolize into students
You talk about it, I do it. You guessed about it, I knew it
Only weak shit is coming out your mouth and I talk my bullshit like fluent
What I'm doing-I'm on my G-rind
You went off the dome once in the time I used to write three rhymes
I'm better and the concept's so obvious
I'm in the building opposite where the lobby is
I'm talking louder on a track than a 'rarri bitch
And you ain't saying nothing
Point to who the livest is
It's C - for cum
O - for on emcees
D- I give to your girl at the funeral H-O-M-E
So she thinks that I'm raunchy
I only pounce when it seems you ain't watching
And now that goes for pussy rappers reminding me of gazelles
If you ain't know before, I'll show you I'll shit on any rapper up at Double X-L
I'll see you in Hell
On the rap gods, fuck who you tell
Y'all like a Jehovah's Witness, we ain't tryna buy what you sell
Professional bar dropper, sending niggas to jail

[Verse 2]
I'm in the best shape of my life in a world surrounded by squares
It ain't personal, I only mess with diamonds can you compare?
Yeah, just a spitter with a temper, a vendetta too
And I've been had you aimed down since I came up out of middle school
So smooth with it
OD, D-Roch, Marab, we some smooth niggas
Coming to tear this genre a new asshole, fuck if you cool with us
This joint got me tripping, in fact the room's spinning
This rap shit was never a game to me but who's winning?
Y'all are knowing dudes sinning
Selling their souls to go gold, this shit is old news
Old crews move out the way for this new shit
Pull up a lawn chair with your retired ass and listen to dude spit
Now, bow your heads and pray for the rappers that I just killed, Bitch

[Verse 3]
Since beef with you know who, I've stepped my game up
What up Tye?
I'm on mine, fucking with me's like stepping on a land mine
What up Tye?
I'm blowing up, what are you doing?
I'm putting out mixtapes, last I checked you were YouTube-ing
What up Tye?
I ain't dissing, you should relax some
In fact, me and you should even go get on a track some (Psych) time
My rhymes are like Dr. Seuss
And I'm in and out of this booth, I ain't even taking my time
What up Tye?
Andover sure is dancing now
I'm knocking fire verses out, something like Pacquiao
This beat and my flow sounds so soothing like a cat's meow
I've said all I needed to man
I guess that it's past me now
It's OD ho don't overdose