Jay Crazii - What They Say [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1 (Iso)

Taking another trip into my enemy's region, bet you when I leave a nigga's cellar be breathin
When I put the iron to a meadow water leave creases, wolfin about that gun talk when I don't speak English
This dawg is imported, you're like not important
Enforce a sick forces, pitch fork a stick corpses (whoop)
And I'm burning the body like lit torches, this warning symptom like newspapers this mornin bitch warmin
Niggas that I'm peepin actin like they really in a gang
Bitch I been insane, been the same ever since I came
Personality I got a million and a mental state, Ima need a spito that can take up over 50 states
To get away from what I feel, fuck friends none never real
Know him and I wanna kill, munchin bills like what's appeal?
Sluts on my Facebook like cute but he's creepy, heard he got a big dick but then click then delete me
Motivated like geazy, killer 101 shit
Cereal in front of it no cinnamon toast crunch bitch
Anybody in my city got a problem with me nigga they can come get, their ass whooped on gp like prison once you come in
Fuck them, I be on my I-S-O shit
Nobody to drink with, nobody to smoke with
Who I trust? Go fish
Murder anybody talkin like they know me get to throw slit, like the movie Ghost Ship
Focused, on me being such a fuckin nuisance
You rappers need to hang it up with bunch of fuckin nooses
Dueces, can't nobody touch me plus producin
You beg from your computer that's why you have trouble shootin, stupid
Never will I bump these niggas, you wanna meet the devil well then come see niggas
Leave your baby mama slumped up in your front seat niggas, middle finger to the haters like fuck these niggas, brain

Hook (Iso)

What they say about me? What they say they gonna do what they say it's gonna be?
Who they say they gonna shoot? I ain't worried bout a thing homie that's on me (x4)
Got my middle finger up like fuck what they say (x4)

Verse 2 (Jay Crazii)

Homie that's on me, hella dedicated I got education but I never got no degree
Walkin around the block a nigga just puffin upon the ganja
Thinkin about the problems that I had and I just wonder
Would it really be considered karma if I ran up on em?
Choppin the motherfuckers up into pieces, when I meet em
Jeffrey Dama Ima haunt ya
Catch somebody schemin, know I'm with it
Never lose my pivot I be focused on a mission, switch up your rhythm you gotta give em different shit
Hit em with venom you gotta catch a victim quick, split em inject em with some of that sick shit
Givin the wicked the visions of artists who really live it
Speaking the truth up in the booth, tell me what you gonna do
Checkin em off, breakin em off, linin em up, takin em down, takin a loss, provin em wrong, with every song
Droppin the motherfuckin bomb's like Sadaam on niggas, steppin up out of the whip I'm too calm on these niggas
Jay Crazii is underrated, you say my name and start to hesitate it niggas only hit you up when they need a verse
Send a track I send it right back in a hearse
My illacrity capacity is reaching to your faculty
The anatomy of my insanity is rapidly increasing, it could be a tragedy
Hit em with a diabolical catastrophical logical, it's in my fuckin molecules
Pathological it's undeniable you're unreliable leave you unidentifiable, I am not liable
For your lack of survival you're in deniable, it's undescribable how much I despise of you
But to do a ride through, catch a nigga trippin slippin with his bitch at the motherfuckin drive thru

Hook (Iso)

What they say about me? What they say they gonna do what they say it's gonna be?
Who they say they gonna shoot? I ain't worried bout a thing homie that's on me (x4)
Got my middle finger up like fuck what they say (x4)