Frank Leone - Gotham [Prod. Madlib] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Compliments to the chef
Bit o' home grown liquor with a pinch of potent breath
On check, fuckin' up, bumping nothing but the best
Saying, "You Got Me Fucked Up Enough About That,"
Phat, bars of another teaued plat
With the Ocean EP gonna fuck the whole map
Like a Molly Offing Top, Inner City Shop Class
Burn the blunt from the fumes of the Cop's Whip gas
Keep it fresh, Minute Maid
'Preme Snapback through the glass where the preacher prayed
If it ain't up in the panic, it'll ruminate
Buddha ain't amused by the ruse of the Gucci Mayne
Yeah, hard face with a thickened gaze
Look I ain't amazed by the rage in your rebel ways
We all got good grades and a severed pay
Home alone, tryna focus on another day
Frank Leone, overflowing vocal potent punch
Local loco Odin hoping Ode of Orator and Such
Pen menace, an apprentice of the men emitting venom
In a minute I'll administer the sin and such
Uh, flip the clutch, pulled trigger
Your kid ain't done shit, but he got a gold sticker
Frankie up to bat, finna make the shit sicker
Than a girl, Ethiopian, over-dosing on Opium's, Liver