David Gibson - Stay Schemin' (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1 (David Gibson)
If you aiming at the king then you aiming at the crown
If you say you fucking with me nigga you a fucking clown
These niggas all jokes until a nigga come around
And even though I’m down at school I’m still running my town
I made it from the bottom still reaching for the top
All my money clean now so I ain’t worried bout the cops
I ain’t worried bout these hoes even though they tryna trap me
And all these fake niggas even though they tryna clap me
These niggas think they major, but these niggas really minor
These niggas all pussy, fix your fucking panty liners
In high school we was cool now you talking that chit chat
Don’t make me call my boys cause if I do it’s a clit clat
That’s how it goes, but who knew it ever get this far
Use to aim for the clouds and now I aim for the stars
Everytime I reach a goal, I raise the bar a little higher
See no evil, hear no evil boy call me Richard Pryor
Whats up, whats up I got my entourage now
Not out to kill niggas only so much I allow
I lost my nigga Benji over an attempt murder charge
Now I’m wishing he could see me living large
But shit, we popping bottles til you get out
Niggas out to get you will never know your where abouts
It’s a shame the real niggas gotta look over they shoulder
Cause the fake niggas tryna be holders (These niggas schemin’)

Verse 2 (Jeffrey Lee)
Loaf of bread
Hard bottoms and collars
A bunch of dollars from niggas pickin’ cotton
A mafia my familia poppin’
And I ain't dissin or trippin I'm Real Walkin
Everday that’s every morning with my coffee til my coffin
And say it like I play it cuz I know the people watching
Lookin silly and akward talkin
Im so black and she yellow u know what it is shawty
An extravagant fella blame that on my crib homie
I played from peeler street to sunny Glenn went all in
Rebel flags wavin where my grandma pissed then shittin me
All I do is win I can't see nobody gettin me
And that's on collard greens black eyed master Ps
Straight up out the trunk with it for my niggas after me
Playboys, D-boys, schoolboys, athletes
Runnin all my tracks back verses be like laps to me

Verse 3 (SAMO)
Get it then flip it, then get it flip it thats how to make a living
I’m tryna make a dollar outta shit that makes a million
Pushing in the cold till your face got no more feeling
Spittin, I'm livin with hitmen that are tryna make a killing
Black hoodie--black mask
That’s called a come up, motherfucka, now who laughs last
But I ain't laughin cuz ain't nothing funny
Stop-- don't nothing move but the money
Its hard to do your thing when all these niggas schemin
Yea i got my team, we big in the city G-men
Bad bitch to bone cuz I'm a doggy dog
Nigga you know the game and its dog-eat-dog
Smoking endless doobies just to ease my stress
What I need to stress is when I need to rest
Cuz I see duress when I see that chest
She call me a work-a-holic, said i need to be the best
Boys wanna be dons doing it wrong and end up murked
You a botty boy, a Scotty boy in a skirt
I am down to earth, down since birth, got that work
Nigga you rhyming? That shit deep, six feet in the earth