LAURD Breeze - SARS [Prod. By MF DOOM] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
Practice survival tactics
Nigga where the matches
Money under the mattress
Got this marijuana in me serving as distractions
Wouldn't be the worst thing that'll happen
Gee he a genie sitting next to me I rub his lamp and now we magic
Quit your childish blabbing
I've been washed over with the bad no wonder why I wreaking havoc
Fashion hella disguised you couldn't even sew the fabric
So cold I hold the North Pole captive
I'm too old for a hoe that's acting too bashful
Hard to be biblical spiritual when they always got the news flashing
Media wasn't my shit so I formed a new habit
Now this flow is all I got
Plus the fam, and the mob
From the hill
Fuck yo squad about
Hill mob smoke the supersonic loud
Need the biz we sport the black and then mob it out
Run yo pockets need a dollar we can't talk it out
If you mad speak it up what the fuck yo problem bout
You know my niggas problematic
From the ten, the city clappin so I had to match it
Show them titerary glands if you feel the magic
From the land where the guns do the chitter chatter
And niggas tryna get the bread with a lil batter
Nigga please you ain't even see a nigga squeeze
Trees all in my system
Life is what you make it so my niggas never mistaking the mission

[Bridge]
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck these niggas, get money
Fuck opinions, get money
And put yo niggas on, put you niggas on,x2