Jay King - I'm Me Remix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Real shit, I don't even see the competition though
Rap full of fake niggas pussy on they pigeon toe
I don't give a fuck about yo chain and how you living bro
Try me put that slaughter on yo ass like a Billy Goat
King shit, pull up something foreign where the ceiling go
Murdered niggas tracks and that was nothing I was chillin though
Walking round with diamonds bitch I'm colder than the winter blow
Ballin no advance I just woke up with a center fold
Fuck that, buy a verse with King I bet you rush back
16 bars'll cost you 20 like a touchback
I ain't seeing niggas what's a lion to a musk rat
Big deals, nigga still Rollin with a dust pack

Let's stop, acting like you want it boy you playing though
I can drop a verse and murder anything you stand for
I can move a birdie from New Orleans to Japan though
Cock it hit that nigga with the burner till he tan though
Florida boy, beast in this shit ain't even tamed yet
Groupies all around and I ain't even reached the fame yet
Money changed a little fuck it still rep the same set
Fending for the climax, like pussy that ain't came yet
Jay King, here to save the world on captain planet shit
Talkin JayDee money tryna wake up with Janet bitch
Paparazzi lurking tryna catch me on that candid shit
Running with a toolie just a youngin on that mannish shit
Oh shit what's up with these niggas on that ho shit
King getting money like I'm trapping on that blow shit
Yeah they caught a nigga told them crackas I don't know shit
Real Florida goon with that choppa I'm furiousious

I can grind it out cus I ain't rushing for a deal though
Labels wanna sign King bring a couple mill though
Dancing round the haters on my ErkNJerk the heel toe
They know that a nigga flow go harder than a steel toe
I just left the mall though, blew a hundred racks again
Ballin off the profit though, bag em up and pack em in
I remember dead broke drinking shit like jack and Jin
Now I'm on that Ace of spade, tryna fuck kardashians
Riding in that rolls Royce, hundred goons behind that
Run up on a Nigga quick like pussy where yo iron at?
I ain't into talking tough, pussy bitch I'm firing that
Homies looking at your corpse like damn it where yo spine at
Niggas on that fake shit, Betty crocker cake shit
Future get erased quick, burn ya like some mase shit!
Run up on you take shit, family at to wake quick
Shooting up your funeral your relatives'll lay stiff
Jay King, future of this rap shit I'm that shit
Used to rock the fake jays, now I'm shopping Sax 5th
50 cal eagle that'll hit you make you back flip
Couple million dollars off a mixtapes I'm Datpiff

2012's King's year, tell em they gone feel me
Certified the greatest yet, they can stamp and seal me
You ain't gotta hide bro, move ya hood and let em see
Hottest rapper in this shit my only competition me!!!!!