FTL_Sol - I [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Detrimental to they innocence, I'm in this bitch
Rapping not only for mine but for your benefit
My greed is creed born sinner, originist
Trying to get every single dollar by the individge
By the end of this, I'll either be your hero or your nemesis
Mixed race supremacist, kicking shit
Listen up and reminisce of times simpler than this
Deal with it like you got balls or bitch like you a feminist
Quit the shit talking niggas, often how I'm killing shit
Just because your lenders late, and your bills are pissed
Negative notions cut open, I spill the mist
He had balls after all but he was still a bitch

These fuck boys mistake kindness for weakness
The bleakness that leeches beseeches and reaches
Each and every one of us leaving some of us speechless
But some of us get blunted up and come up with these speeches
Peaches, is what my State's famous for
And the "beaches," I say that like I'm Spanish brah
I'm in my motherland, the world of coke, the world of hope
The world of nope it's no promotion from these heinous fucks
The pain it comes, and arises like a latent sun
I'm baking up more since my nigga Baker jumped
Sometimes I want to hit the street, and get the base to jump
But get to thinking I ain't Scarface just face it chump
After all a scar's a mark made and nothing more
I'm catching feelings bout some feelings I got nothing for
I'll probably just wake up tomorrow still fucking poor
I got a good girl but still feel I need a fucking whore

What do I do? What do I say?
I'm making moves, I'm making pay
An eighth a day, and that's the minimum
Who would've guessed that bragging's in my goddamn curriculum
If you ain't down with it, nigga then back off
I'm goin down with the ship and this my black-box
I guess I'm just a crackpot on this track, ock
And you just hit the jackpot with this crack rock

Prejudicial to they motivation
And give no fuck bout how they feel while I'm quota making
I'm only busting after provocation
So go ahead if you crazy make your proclamations
My hoes is waiting where your hoes is located
On 3 hits of acid and of dose of that Satan
I'm living life like life giving a second light
Given my type, I'm obliged for a second try
These hoes hype, I'm like a legend who they reckon fine
Beckon mine? You must be "Clueless" like Breckin Myer
It's breakfast time but I've eaten all your fucking plates
I could be depressed and your bitch still give me that fucking face
--"Intermission, light your blunts up"--
Born a General, all I know the top of ranks
I've touched a pound for every nigga say he offing weight
I got a song for every bar that Big and Pac done made
And one fucking gold tooth like I'm Shabba Ranks
Rob a bank, cop some dank and never leave the house
The A my cage, I'm a dog and I can't leave this pound
You can lead a horse to water but can't be they mouth
Or ease him to the source of water just to freak him out
Your hoes love my wood I guess they chose the beaver route
Thicke like Robin's dad I take it back to the Seaver house
These niggas steady holler, "Jah" but they ain't seen The Mount
I got these dirty hoes screaming like they seen a mouse
I got these thirsty hoes screaming like they seen a fountain
And yes I'm going well like S-O-L ain't never seen the doubt
Fill the pews with reviews, nigga bring em out
That's more fuel for me rant, rap, and sing about