Kulprit D - Throwed Off Remix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
I wake up with a dime. Damn, it’s a good morning
Sell ten prods write about twelve songs; That’s all before I’m yawnin’
Sorry for the wait of this mixtape. They thought I was stallin’
But I been workin hard. Up on that woop! I’m sick no--call-ins
You know Mr. Rollins 'n' Masralis in my headphones
Got a good body of work. But I’m comin in headstrong
Put me up in the hotel. Give me the biggest bedroom
Thought you was getting shoutouts in this and you was dead wrong
Cause I’m sick of F.A.N.s tryna hop on my bandwagon
Then tryna give it a flat when it’s that money that I’m askin
You ain't stopping nothing, dude. I’m about that action
The only way that I’m behind is if my ass jetlaggin
You the one that gave me views. Why don’t you admit it
Cause you like the way I get with my fitted in this business
Another spitta repping Cashville. Thought this dude a gimmick
But when they heard me kill it they like, “Screw it, man. We finished.”
Throwed off!