Mac Tutmose - Math Club [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: Mac Tutmose]

No Cannon but I came through drummin' man
Ran cross the line like a running back
TV got you living like another man
See me I'm probably plottin' on 100 Grand
And Fuck fame I'mma do it for my name sake
Want the wood grain like an AK
Rap niggas selling out like eBay
But I'mma bring it back like a rebate
I'm high but I hit the ground running
Niggas think I'm dumb, I just dumb it down cousin
My mom would catch a fit if she catch me cussin'
But these B's want a piece superbad McLovin'
She wanna thank me when she get the stuffing
Calling women bitches when it's hoes you cuffin'
Simp over hoes, No no, don't love 'em
But if she want the D then that's up for discussion
Fuck 'em
No stuntin'
It's nothin'
And my outfit cost less than 600
Don't know the words just hum it
No gang bang, we coming!
You already know I'm from Atlanta bruh
Yeah i hear 'em I am not a fan of 'em
Feds tryna catch me on the camera
Government shice just might move to Canada
I'm climbing up the ladder like a tournament
Know it's 7g's in that quarter man
Come hang smoke trees like an ornament
Sacks in my pocket like a quarterback
I'm killin' I don't think they really feelin' me
Probably cause I'm overusing similes
I'm listening to everything you tellin' me
BUT
Lemme build my own identity
I got a litte cash, not enough yet
Go against me and that's an upset
Move a little weight but I ain't buff yet
Word on the street, I'm a suspect
I'm a young nigga
Called lame, dressed dapper
You gotta "W'haa"
Rap game Parappa
Never thought I'd be a dealer or a rapper
I used to be that nigga in the math club