D.Charles - Bodybuilder [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[intro]
Yeah DMG, 9mil ENT
Yeah, shoutout boyscout
This for my niggas man
Yah, yah

[verse 1]
Weight on my chesr
Gotta bench press
And fuck who ain't
Tryna spot me
Cause all they wanna do
Is just put me in a fax scan
And them niggas go copy
I can see how they watch me
I can see how they doubt me
And ain't nobody fucking wit my cliqe
But ain't nobody rockin wit yo possey
Real nigga that's likely, fake nigga unlikely
Man i'm old school like the isley's
And I don't care if you really don't like me
Cause my city got my back
Yeah my city on my back
My city on my back, i'm on my bodybuilder shit
No i'm not a waiter, no i'm not a waiter
But you can catch these hollow tips
Yeah I do this shit, I swear I do it for my fam
That, Toi, T-wing, Freddy G$, and can't forget
My little nigga Szebo
See all them niggas they my kin folk, and I be spitting like i'm mental
Sweet tooth I need a dental
I got bars like a gym do, I got bars and I think you lost signal
Can you hear me now?
Man I don't give a fuck, cause i'm stuck still lost, in these tunes
I'm heading to the top, you better make some room, i'm heading to the top so
You niggas better move, get up out my way, get out my face
And I don't really care what you niggas gotta say, cause I come from the streets
Where they bang with the heat for the beef, better hope they don't cook out today
Hol'up

[hook]
Weight on my shoulder
(bodybuilder shit)
Weight on my city
(bodybuilder shit)
Weight on my chest
(bodybuilder shit)
Gotta benchpress
(bodybuilder shit)
Weight on my niggas
(bodybuilder shit)
Weight for my fam
(bodybuilder shit)
Weight on my back
(bodybuilder shit)
Goota lift it up
(bodybuilder shit)
Gotta pick it up
(bodybuilder shit)
Gotta lift it up
(bodybuilder shit)
Gotta pick it up
(bodybuilder shit)
Weight on my shoulders, weight on my city, weight on my chest, gotta bench press

[verse 2 Six]
Weight on my back
Weight on my neck
Weight on my arms
Weight on my chest, wait a mufucka tryna go against
The best so I hit him with my right, knock the nigga to his left
9 militant, it's so militant, that the military couldn't prep
Cause my regiment is so tight knit, wit light shit for rep
If it's smoke cloud in the air
Then it's kush on my breath
Yeah I survived another year, we gon celibrate to these steps
Weight on my family, and my team waiting on me
So it ain't no guess that if need be
I get greasy, to feed we with no hesi (hesitation)
Yeah they call me six shoota
I've been going hard, for that mula
You still love, playing that bull pin
I won't go in, I go through ya
My mom straight, my dad cool
Cause I bodybuild lex luger
If they ever fell today i'll go right
Back and grab that ruler, i'm riding
Dow 95 windows on tint, of course i'm fly
Heading down Bmore
For stockos, with ocho and the guys
When we step in the spot, you see the crowd control
They eyes, yeah I been black, but however
Ugly rats got em hypnotized

[hook]
Weight on my shoulder
(bodybuilder shit)
Weight on my city
(bodybuilder shit)
Weight on my chest
(bodybuilder shit)
Gotta benchpress
(bodybuilder shit)
Weight on my niggas
(bodybuilder shit)
Weight for my fam
(bodybuilder shit)
Weight on my back
(bodybuilder shit)
Goota lift it up
(bodybuilder shit)
Gotta pick it up
(bodybuilder shit)
Gotta lift it up
(bodybuilder shit)
Gotta pick it up
(bodybuilder shit)
Weight on my shoulders, weight on my city, weight on my chest, gotta bench press