Ibn Inglor - What It Is [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
What it is, what it ain't
Check your end, check your bank
Get your gold nigga, go
Say what it is, what it ain't
Tell these hoes this your soul, this your goal, this your motherfucking
Say what it is and what it ain't
Say what it is and what it ain't (what it is, what it ain't)
Say what it is and what it ain't
Get your gold, this your soul
Get your gold nigga, go

[Verse 1]
Bitter bitches give props to the king
This GawdsSpeed niggas on the rise, look at me
Phillip Lim copped, on my neck is the hem
And the En Noir, rec crouch with the timb's gawd'
Living lavish with some average hoes
Hoping that the master knows, master su caste, caste, the bastard knows
That this path is but a challenge
I rather ride a passage where women control my actions
Higher class slum
With a tighter hold, you feel the ash is cold
And we battle yo, savage goddess, the oddest foes
Apallo blue, the horns are blown
The horses ah trample long as the waters shown
The sword is hitting, some of you pose as bitches
The blood is drawn, bitches ah hold my corpses
Lord, with forces armed
Arms across the courses gawd'
You strive to hold us
Long as you hold the porches all for us, lord

[Hook]