Keanu Jones - Rapping For Dummies [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Hook) All you niggas lame
All you niggas lame
I don't know your names i do not
I lost count of all these hating niggas aiming their shots
It's a lot, tell these fuck niggas I'm next and they gotta watch me

(Bridge) Come up; watch that belt
Get paid; share that wealth
No help; by myself, myself; foreal
Stay true; on the top
Debut; that won't flop
Pay dues; fuck the ops, infamous been trill

[Verse 1] These niggas looking at me like they wanna try something
I ain't live on being g, but you can really die fronting
My niggas in these streets, tryna help they family eat
Selling d, while you tweet like you g, stop fronting
We just don't beleee you
You bout that life, then show a preview
Life is like a movie, the cinema is regal
These panaramic cameras show rappers who be see through
This shit for my hometown
Tell my mom I'm grown now
Grown since my dad passed
Man of the home now
(You) niggas never struggling
All you do is rap, member' back momma used to wrap gifts just to get them all snatched
And daddy was on.....
Phats selling crinaaack
Till he got bagged, turned a good kid bad
Burn that kush real fast, we gon make it that's a fact
I just hate when niggas rap just to rap like if that's
Why you do it, then you stop it
You do it for profit, I do it so when my body is dropping
I'm still over top
These who make a hook and don't flop
Though they should when the rocks
I spit get shipped they run out of stock
It's gone cause I'm hot
Y'all some bitch niggas I'm not
I'm hov you young joc
I'm nas, you asap
You soulja, I'm young PAC
Minus the gunshots, thug life resurrected
We putting jersey on, how could you fail to respect it?

(Hook)

[Verse 2] Versace Versace
Your bitch on my dick & she calling me papi
She riding me well; but the toppy was sloppy
But I ain't complaining, that's more than you got b
Versace Versace
I'm killing these beats
And I'm thrilling the streets
You look real from your tweets;
And sound real on a beat;
But in reality; you really a beeeetch (bitch)
Stop faking & jocking
You niggas ain't popping
You niggas ain't options
When mentioning pac
And the infamous stop;
Cause my mobb is deep full of these prodigys watch;
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
I came in the game; no name; like a lame, but wait till my next shit drop
Till then i shall kill every rapper who still
Think lyricism is dead
I bust in the crib; that's his girl? split her wig & the aim the steel to his head
Till then i shall kill every rapper who still
Think lyricism is dead
I bust in the crib; that's his girl? split her wig & the aim the steel to his head

Your baby girl been creeping U.O.E.N.O
That hoe stay in my dm U.O.E.N.O
She down fa my team fetti geez lyric
Put my nerve on her, and watch her go bang, it smell like teen spirit

Niggas quick to spit a six-teen like shit mean;
Put it on the tube get six views that's viewed by the six dudes in their weak shit group
Want buzz go diss you
When I send rockets to school niggas dismissal
For these little bitch dudes
I don't really even fucking like instrumentals
From other rappers beats, but I'm hungry & this food
Use my pencil, when I eat and it's simple
I don't even speak to niggas who sound mental
Ain't for clapping up niggas who say they clapping up niggas
These niggas claiming they're bangers
We've Been Savage, Topanga
That's y'all niggas, who banging
In y'all raps but be singing
When y'all niggas at
Stations so fall back when you saying
You all that niggas whack
Niggas playing
With my emotions
Saying that another nigga ever compete
From out here, I fucking doubt it; niggas never could be
Better than me;
If you took rap class from 3 stacks
& came back with the best verse anyone heard
I'll write a verse after that
And make that shit sound so whack;
I'm the best, that's a fact
You niggas all nerds
And I told y'all before, I don't fuck with this beat
You can end up like this shit though, resting in peace
And stop fucking mentioning me
I don't wanna hear none of that shit bitch its weak
And I don't wanna hear all that gat shit you niggas sweet
Only time you been to jail, is when you sending hella' tweets
Act like somebody do it better than me
And if they do, it's somebody from Infamous or LG
It's a couple niggas out here doing they shit so
But they bust nines i bust rhymes like flip mode
My NEU niggas, shout out to them for they explode
Watching me shine, ain't something y'all wanna risk so
Pick up a pencil, and lets get back to this bro
I'm in the hood, like trayvon & brisco
Killing you niggas; when they lay on this flow
Sleep on me nigga; we at your wake with our fist closed
I don't feel at all that this shit was a diss so
I fuck with everybody that be spitting and can go
Toe to toe but it's not many keep it low
I'm trying be the goat, in case uoeno

Fuck you think I do it for? (Chatter)