Destello - Ali Bomaye [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Nasty nigga but I stay clean,check the ice my shit gleam
Cash rules everything around me.life motto,im screamin C.R.E.A.M!
Im on a roll iown need a bean,niggas sleepin on me must be the lean
YSM still be the team,Ski masked up we'own even ski
Hotel room fulla' freak-a-leaks they blow my whistle no Petey P
Got the game on lock no spare key,dope flow yo flow fweed
Know some niggas that slang yae married to the Keys like Swizz Beats
Put wholes in a nigga like Swiss cheese,fake ass niggas,Nicki Cheeks

No Air in his lungs he can't breath,sparked his ass with that Jordin Sparks
Deep at the Park,Cash Boulevard,Wit Frankie Flow and Lil Marq (Lil Marq)
Headed to the top and I won't flop,they go hard but ima go harder
No help bitch im the one who blew myself up suicide bomber
Seizin' the throne ain't given it back,after that
Money comin' in a flash Super Bowl,halftime,janet Jack

We posted on the block like a Bus Boycott
Got my city on my back bitch I ain't trippin Im doin squats
While these niggas ain't doin squat,Im makin' waves you barely ripple
Coldest spitta,hangin from the roof of the booth is icicles
On beats,Stello go skitzo sicko mental on instrumentals
Took a trip to the mall I balled baby,Tommy Pickles

Fuck rappers in my generatiuon they ain't spittin' like this
Rip the pages out they rhyme books and wipe my ass with the shit
Word of advice don't leave your girl in my vicinity,thats clearly like
Skateboarding in traffic,she bound to get hit
Im talkin legs spread,Jordan Pose,red bottoms by her ear lobes
Round the hood they call her bronchitis she stay given that sick throat
Im the original lyrical miracle rhymes nice,No loso
Black mask on like space ghost four 4-4s in dat 4 door
4 white hoes on lokos add adderall they go loko
Poat Tampa thats our yard and we big dogs bitch you Todo
Told me she had that fye head it wasn't all that it was so-so
Know some bad bitches out Florida State nigga shout out to them Seminoles

(Hook)
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Pray to God that a nigga see better days
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Goin' hard in the game till all my niggas ate

My wolves run in packs,not an act thats how we roll
We pull up,they whole squad get to runnin like a snotty nose
Fuckin' is my cardio,all in her abdominals
Nigga tried to hit me up for my bread forgot I had the toast
Im on the rise in my city,like the crime rate
Corp got the dro for the low,Black Friday
Im swangin thru in somethin' new,str8 ricin clean just like Tip
Somethin' like them 90s Bulls without a Mic I wouldn't be shit

(Hook)
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Pray to God that a nigga see better days
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Goin' hard in the game till all my niggas ate

In this rap race im over lappin' you niggas
Get no respect where you from your hood ain't even backin' you niggas
Me and Hemra be in the jungle with lions,and apes my nigga
Think I went to FAMU how I rattle these snake ass niggas
Can't stop me,no break pad,coach yellin' who stickin em'
Schoolin' my rap class they can't keep up with the curriculum
Spit crack on the regular,all my fans fiends like Tyrone Biggums
Im that nigga thats how I'm feelin im that nigga they'own know the feelin'
Off killin' tracks,ima make a killin' Fuck G's we want millions
Ice Berg all on my wrist 3-0-5 shout out to Billion
Free Chief Keef,Free Boosie and Free Play
Am I the shit (Yuuuup) Had to hit em with that Trey
Catastrophe got a Mac-10 YJ Keep the Trey 8
Catch a full clip of them damn shells I ball young Johnny Manziel
Got a couple niggas with court dates,I pray they beat that Case
And I dont live in a Bakery but im waken' up to that cake

(Hook)
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Pray to God that a nigga see better days
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Goin' hard in the game till all my niggas ate

*TAKES A BOW