Kris Bills - City of Win [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1: Kris Bills

Fight... Flight

I'm in my own lane and hey they still doubt me
Fire on my ass I'm glad you bring it out me

Now I don't rap no more, I just proudly
Let the music speak with beats and me clowning

Yeah, Still I gotta go left field
Jesus hanging with em guess I know how Mr West feel

Brand New Everything, swear I know how Fest feel
Liquor, Weed, Rap songs, I know how the best feel

Cruising with a shawty jawn, cutie with no make up on
Say she love my show tonight and Save You is her favorite song

Little back and forth, like ya playing Mini pong
On a sega gear, slid her beer, then we get it on

Yea, I fuck her fast but I come slow
She come when I arrive, I guess I run slow

Running Running running, cause life's a marathon
And it's some haters thats still clutching on they batons

Yeah, thats why I treat it like my last go
Every flights my last flight, every shows my last show

City after City just to try and stack the right dough
All about my mouth piece something like a dyke OH

Hook: Jae Ali

Fuck What you said I'm winning
And this is the beginning
I'm good, you can tell em I'm good
And i'll be winning this race like I should

(Repeat)

Verse 2: Naledge

Go Ill

We bump Pac like he still living
Pac was living bet that he do it ill wit him

Fair weather wishers, now you gotta deal with him
I don't need bandwagon, nigga keep it real with em

Shit its brain over brawn
Steady giving 2 cents but I ain't overdrawn

The Tellers up in J.P. Morgan know me well
???

Shotgun while my man drive to Vegas
Bottles on the Table, thats why all these niggas hate us

On the Low, they the reason why they women date us
No such thing as bad press

Side eyes is an assest
Competition nigga only waiting for a casket

Thick Chick mad wet, dipstick mad wet, spit shit, mad checks
Y'all on Bull D.Rose to the basket

Hook: Jae Ali

Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks

Michael, Michael

Who I need to be screaming at to get my damn Linguini?
Its not like a nigga asking for a Lamborghini

And I'm sitting at this table so my fans can see me
And hopefully, The cameraman can TMZ me

Shades on at 11 PM, and all the cars European
And all the shorties wanna grow up to be him

But all they see is the lifestyle, the women
Expensive denim, the linens

Not knowing about the endless stress that comes with it
Cause once you got you gotta keep it, try and defend it

They want the spotlight so bad and they just hoping they don't dim em
And they turn they 15 minutes into a millennium

Count Millions, build buildings
And still money money making and the children'll reach for the heights

My nigga nick told me I should reach for the ice
Naw nigga I'm reach for that price