Devin Miles - Timente Asurgund (Fear the Rise) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Devin Miles]
Crusin' I creep slow, kill 'em I'm lethal
White bitch passenger-side giving deep throat till I finito
Don't see no equals on behalf of my people
We gon' grind cause it's our time
Never stop till I'm on that steeple
Motivation is c note
Shorty got that murder she wrote
She know I kill that pussy crime scenes the cops freeze those
At the bar, I'm buying shots you know I'm legal
I just step out and show face and they show hate and then we be ghost
My nigga Vince said, "Any problems you should leave those, you got this game on lock no combination or a keyhole."
I'm knocking at the door, hand over the peephole
You deny my entry then it's battering rams on each door
I see them questioning how long I'll have this lead for
As long as they itching and I keep giving what they fiend for
I hope you recognize the truth
And if you've got some tissues
I swear you fuckers will need those

[Verse 2: Devin Miles]
Faded
Sipping gin straight
They comparing me to others as if I mimicked the template
I'm sure they swoll, cause my line of bitches is ten straight
They claim they getting better and better
I've been great, you feel me?
My palms itching I need Ben-gay
In withdraw from paper every second I don't get cake
That kush we blowing that master call it sensei
My white boys get it my vatos comprende
My niggas know the deal they gon' ride till the end days
We got a common best friend, my nigga Ben Frank
I learned niggas I was cool with, had been fake
They lucky I don't get that off my chest
I don't bench weight
I'm chilling in the cut and I just lie low
That medical I'm fucking with fire like a pyro
I'm highed up and got my eyes low
Smirking at niggas and everything that they ride for
This the shit I die for
The shit I die for Nigga