Gringo the MC - Believe Me [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Fuck around and get the business like your daddy died
They tend to underestimate and over analyze
She hit the show and she got ratchet with your man tonight
And 'fore she hit the crib she took a drive to let her panties dry
Ridin' through the city got the answers on my appetite
I've been living good but now I'm tryna live a lavish life
Yes I live a savage life, higher than the satellites
Really I'm a killer I use rappin' as an alibi
50 on the Rockets, Vegas say I'm fuckin' crazy
I'ma hit the lottery and holler "fuck you pay me"
Ain't a pussy that can play me, I am doper than the 80's
So I'm ridin' round to Eazy with a couple Reagan babies
And I goes in, leave the kid alone cause you don't know him
'Less you bad as fuck and tryna roll with
I been on some more shit, from the ghost coast to every ocean
But I landed back in Houston so I'm drankin' purple potion
Contender in the game, you pretending for the fame
I'll put a bomb under your car, I'll put an ending to your name
That ain't me but ya'll gon' tempt me with the flame
Until I'm burning down your trap just for the fucking entertainment
I hope to god that everybody hear me when I say
I don't quite know the objective but I clearly win the game
I was with it off the jump and I'll be with it for the landin'
It's going down like the Titanic
And bitch I'm on my life boat party with a white ho army
I go kamehameha soon as the lights go on me
Smoke a blunt and get a boost I got that nitro on me
You swear we bros but I put it on my life you don't know me (THAT'S REAL)
I swear I do this shit like it's simple
I'm livin' like I don't give a shit about shit but the pencil
And the pad, in the lab every night yeah I'm workin'
40 hours, 50 hours every week 'til it's perfect
I'ma beast with these verses and I'm just scratching the surface
You a dime for a dozen dummy you practically worthless
And it's like, how the fuck you don't know 'bout me?
I'm the youngin' who been gunnin' on the path to be perfect
Pour the drank in the Blimpie cup and sip out it slow
Take a seat, play a beat, and then I whip up the dope
Tell a friend to tell a friend to tell they bitch that i'm dope
If anybody bring me beef then I'll be slittin' it's throat
And that's the truth for whoever wanna hear it
Middle fingers to the sky I'm just worried about appearance
Could set the wrong impression, be polite and meet the parents
But they'd think of me as fake when they say he ain't fit for marriage
I'm gone, do it for the family cause I owe 'em that
In and out of jail but I ain't bout to let it hold me back
Made it from a reggie to a dodie bag, blowin' church like a motherfuckin' holy man
I put the team up on my back I put these tracks up on the scale
It say that each one's worth a rack, just put 'em out and give 'em hell
I had to do it cause I had no other option
I kill it then put the nail in the coffin
Everybody talkin' bout the boy cause he's too dope
Whack rappers getting all their money through the loopholes
Throw it at me bet you that I hit it like it's two hoes
Throw it at me bet you that I hit it like I'm Pujols
Iller than your average, I be up in traffic
Weavin' with the KO like a motherfucker Cassius
Life is a Mercedez, let me drive it, bet I crash it
Babies havin' babies, Honey BooBoo winnin' pageants
Preacher man been makin' money so he full of passion
And the television blames it on the rapping
Ya'll got me fucked up, pour another cup up
These bitches got me stressed out, I gotta tell them what's up
Me and chris are on our grizzy 'til we dizzy die
Fuck a bitch unless she have my kids or get me high
No diploma but this rapping shit should get me by
Tear it into Pisces if she's Aries or she's Gemini
I need DeNiro I can't pay the rent with Pesci
I could be the greatest ever if you let me
7 grand, what kinda bus that gonna get me?
Fuck it, guess we trappin' out the Chevy
Motherfucker come and get me, over my dead body
If you wanna take my place gotta pop that shotty
Got the liquor out at Weavers, the kush I got at Bobbi's
Dynamite all in my pocket just in case they wanna rob me
I'm faded, but girl that's nothin' new
If you don't fuck with me then let me fuck with you
I rep the 402 and everything I talk is true and anyone who knows me motherfucking already knew
Bitch I do the thang, and I don't need a Rolly or a chain
Fuck the bitches throwing dirt out on my name
Doper than cocaine, through my lyrics you can feel my pain
But now I'm living good and I'm the one to blame
You can find me on that R.S., that R.S
And I don't need a hashtag to show you I'm next
I beat it up right and then I use the hard left
Got these bitches callin' me the new Ron Artest
I be on my wild shit, on my solo dolo single-file shit
And I don't need nobody else to ride with
Nobody to confide in, I just need my bro on the Mac
So he can roll me a blunt and then throw on a track
(WHAT UP CHRIS?) They ain't ready for this shit
It's to the point where some these dudes about to let me fuck they bitch
They know I'm crazy they don't really want to let me make it rich
They ain't really got a choice, my shit was heavy from the rip (FROM THE RIP)
I'm beefin' with the game because it needs to be confronted
Talkin' fake and actin' real but looking like the fucking dumbest
I don't know why they do it, I don't know why they do it
But 'til the day they stop it I'ma expose 'em all for stupid