Mackgee - Go get it [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]

Go, Get It - stay about my business
Ball til I fall, flossin' until I'm finished
I just Go, Get It - Stay about my business
I'm living just to kill it, stacking millions to the ceiling

[Mackgee – verse 1]
Go get it, I snatch it away
With no patience I’m rapping today
Most cats will get smacked in the face
I’m so fly that I’m flapping away
Best buy when that album drops
Paper, Paper just pile on top
Broke as f**k men that problem stopped
I kick your ass with that black nun chucks
Sh** happened let this year go
Rest in peace to those six year olds
- In Connecticut
Men their moms and dads are crying and they wish they’re close
And the kid that shot them couldn’t even wait to stay for jail
Got to fix this problem but if not then I feel the states has failed
Little ass coffins, it was disgusting – sales of guns and knives not stopping
“Twenty year old gun man” – Wolf Blitzer
And a voice from CNN came in; I might disrupt ‘em
Stay away! That’s a wise instruction
Don’t talk sh** but the right discussion
Got to make do – this life is nothing
Got to just booze on the nicest Russian
Think of issues, pop it out
Rip the pistol profit how
Your niece will miss you, cross it out
It’s official, drop the Cal
I was born a go getter; I could run in cold weather
Quit and shun, that’s no never
Got to fix this one with four letters! just..

[Complete Hook]

Grind, won't stop, hustle won't quit
Shine like no other, I be on some other shit
I got a high price lifestyle, super bad bitch
If I want it, then I got it
If I don't then all I gotta do is
Go, Get It - stay about my business
Ball til I fall, flossin' until I'm finished
I just Go, Get It - Stay about my business
I'm living just to kill it, stacking millions to the ceiling

[Mackgee – verse 2]
Go get it, the most dreaded
They like the style they post credit
Dangerous, the flows reddish
Hang with us, no faggots
West side up in Africa
Let’s ride up, we’re strapped with a’
AK men don’t laugh at us
Take vacay trips, we’re fabulous
V.I.P with mammy
Like T.I.P and Tinny
I’m popular and well known
Pack it up, get the hell on
Out of sight you haters, they like to wife and date us
My shirt pressed, my pants ironed
They want the kid your friends trying
Go getter, they know better
Back of the whip, they soak leather
Don’t f**k with no joke tellers
Maybe a few dope sellers
Dad said not to do drugs, my walkman Meth and uGod
And Ghostface my flows Mase
That sh** was hot in those days
Accomplished my one wish, to rock mics and run sh**
What Bun writes, what Pun spit
I don’t vibe with nonsense
So come buy my concept
Can’t regret my performance
Get Will Smith or get martin Lawrence
With my Bad Boy clique when I’m starring we just..
[Outro – T.I.]

Go * 4 (echoes)
Get it!!