Joey BADA$$ - THE FINALS [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Let's get it
New York City (Ayo), stand up
I'm back (That's right)
Stupid or you dumb?
(Knicks in the 6 nigga, Joey in 1)
Look

[Verse]
What kinda Top Dawg is you? You more Shih Tzu
You was cloned in the lab, dog, you artificial
You known for your label, not because your art official (Facts)
And I ain't gotta talk about how broke you are to fix you
'Cause when I send shots at you, it'd be hard to miss you (Grr)
Ain't gotta load a magazine just to press this issue (Nah)
In fact, these ain't even shots, they missiles (That's right)
Tryna outclass the Bada$$? (Haha) So I gotta dismiss you (You funny)
You all bark, no bite (Uh), but hit dogs gon' holler
Caught a couple strays, now it's time I put 'em on a collar
I let 'em rot while I charge 'em for top dollar
You're the next nigga gettin' dropped off thе Top roster (Facts)
And I'ma be the REASON (Yеah), okay, bet
You sick dog lookin' for beef with a seasoned vet
I euthanize sick pups, nigga, you gon' see (You gon' see)
You barkin' up the wrong tree, think you fuckin' with me? (Nigga, you shut up)
It's 'bout time Top let your ass off of the leash (That's right)
Signed for five years, had your biggest moment from me (That's sad)
Can't nobody name a single song you ever released (That's right)
Even "Crashout" wasn't your original beat (Facts)
Everytime Joey dropped, you see, he eats
I did more for you than the whole of TDE (TDE, nigga)
It's too bad, nigga, you should have been signed to me (Too bad)
Somebody tell Top we 'bout to start TDEast (TDEast, nigga)
Funny how they gotta use the Pro name for promo (Yeah)
On the low though, I really think you niggas is homo (Ayo)
The way you let Dot dick sit in your mouth (Ayo)
This that same dick-lickin' I was talkin' about (Ssh)
You niggas would do anything for the clout
Crash out over niggas who won't even let you in they house
I bet you ain't even got his number (You dogs)
It's funny how the thirst is bein' disguised as hunger
Should have sat down, been humble, but now I gotta son you
This little ray of light'll be the biggest shine of your whole life
I don't just flow, I talk to your soul on the mic
You don't want smoke with me, please, just give me a light
You need me to buzz, I'm light years beyond Ray
Want me to engage, so you mentioned my fiancé?
Clearly, I ain't scared to get in the ring (Nuh-uh)
I mean, even Gervonta had to fight a couple bums just to be king (Boom-baow-bing-bing)
Fuck around, leave me no choice to slay Vaughn (Yeah)
Sugar in your tank but you ain't no Sugar Ray, Vaughn (Hey)
Gay Vaughn, keep punchin' up with them pillow hands
You ain't even a middleman, you just a lil' man
Fuck whippin' feet, we throw hands like Rayman
You ain't no Ray Liotta, how much you made man?
Said I wouldn't talk about your pocket, but aye, man (Look)
You need a optician just to see Ray bands
Go fetch a coffee for your CEO
'Cause judgin' by the numbers, clearly, I can see he owed
Your mouth runnin' 'cause your pockets run on low (Uh-huh)
I'm active and I'm actin' (Yeah), yeah
And that's somethin' only me and Pac would know (Facts)
Play with fire, then you gon' get burned (That's right)
Listen and learn kid, you was better off as the intern
Better yet, a mascot (Uh-huh)
I been a beast with these flows, nigga, you can ask Dot
Killuminati Pt. 2, yeah, that was my last shot
And it's a difference between that and Ruler's Back, let's be clear (Uh-huh)
I salute you Kenny but I know you well aware (Uh-huh)
You lookin' for some competition? Then just know that I'll be right here

[Outro]
Straight like that, look (Yeah-yeah)
It's live nigga rap
We live and direct (Grr)
(Ayy)
I'm back (Nigga, what?)
New York City, here and now reppin' (Stay down)
With Joey Bada$$ (Uh-huh)
(East Coast, nigga)
You gotta love it, yeah
That's right
Joey Brunson, uh
Yeah
The Finals, nigga
And you failed the test, nigga
You fuckin' failed