Ed.Milladelphia - Drive Slow [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

HOOK: they tell me drive slow but I'd rather drive faster, they tell me stop smoking but I'd rather die faster than slowly. Come correct when you approach me or end gone in the wind like the gun smoke (2x's)

VERSE 1: Gun smoke (3x's) He totes and chokes then from his lungs and throat emerge a urge to just rip a instrumental rip a individual to shreds and pieces. I'ma puzzle with some pieces missing assembly required, I'm sorry if I slack I'm tired I'm only human a little evolution with a revolutionary soldier salute with his rifle to head mocking the fakers imitations suicide. But against all odds I'mma get even, there's a crack in the door so I ease in oh my god, lord, Jesus, Mary, and Moses bless my soul with a dozen roses. I'm the one like red pill blue pill I pop both of them bitches, life's a bitch and deaths a whore fuck both of them bitches and if you want war you can see more shells than down by the sea shore and I'm sure Philly got the highest murder rate so stop talking that dumb shit before you end up another statistic cause I play with them biscuits so on site you can get the biz quick but enough of that chapter two page two verse one check two my flow crazy. I be drawlin' with the pen and pad like blues clues, I'm raw dog and life's like a game of rough you make it you take that. I got the ville... Poppin' G's steady rockin' jeans steady rockin' with a Glock out you ain't got courage so fuck what the lying bout, I spit straight sharp shit call me piranha bite. I'm really illy of that get silly eyes and your shoulders drop... Ain't no never, no probably's, or probably not's-

HOOK: they tell me drive slow but I'd rather drive faster, they tell me stop smoking but I'd rather die faster than slowly. Come correct when you approach me or end gone in the wind like the gun smoke (2x's)

VERSE 2: Me, myself, and Millie... We really hot I go hard like cement man to man defense... When we balling shot calling ya'll falling, I mean failing get like me and get a disease... That Miley Cyrus virus. Or you can kilt like you fucking with the Irish I'm fucking with that Irish colored green, the shit in the head I'm the shit in my dreams... And I ain't even what I seem... Kanye dark fantasy that's twisted... But don't get it twisted like metal I'mma little fucked up in the head but don't get it fucked up cause I'll leave you fucked up. It seems alotta niggas care what I say and what I do, I bless shit like achoo I'm at chu necks and throats like Adams apples it ain't shit for me to throw a diss track at you I be snapping like the Adams family so I keep my family close and my enemies closer like right by the toaster these ass backwards rappers lyrically can never be close to me I'm chilling on the top right where I'm supposed to be. On top of my shit not walking on that tight wire. My shots ring like a type writer I'm that J-R type writer get my money then I dipset I'm making shit yet, sold all this hard and pills and gank and still ain't amount to shit yet still gon prove the world wrong fuck'em my life ain't done yet... Done Yet-