MAK NIKOVA - I ReTurn-Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

      Woop, Woop, Woop, Whaaaw!!

[Hook: MAK]
I, Return UP
Return, UP
I, Return, UP
I Return Up, yeah
Return-Up
I, Return-Up
Return-Up
Return-Up, yeah

[Verse 1: MAK]
I re-up on that feet up, I'm Boss Bound like C-E bruh
O you didn't know MAK, I came witta' style thas like sold crack
I make my way like Frank L., standing up for myself
They can't help the way that I help, pray so much I'm paid a new wealth
I hit you upside the head with them shells, Super Mario 64, sells
I'm a beast when I get in the well like the ring, like Lebron didn't fail
Shootin' 3's like Ray, yeah what it all entails
Been in that, been in there that game, bending hats til I'm wear'em out the frame
Leave'em out, I'mma comb'em in the rain, talkin' bout your girl when she givin' me brain
So its no doubt when I come with the pain, you feel it in your heart like veins
Ay, I'm often taking my aim, part of that is shootin' down my shame
Jesus forgave me so it will not remain, while they wanna see burnin' up in them flames
All for the way that they put out my name, Mak Nikova been here yall just came
Showing up late we already doing thangs, man these people still Wanna Be The Kang
All for the way that they put out my name, Mak Nikova been here yall just came
Showing up late we already doing thangs, man these people still Wanna Be The Kang

[Hook]
I, Return UP
Return, UP
I, Return, UP
I Return Up, yeah

[Verse 2: Nikova]
Ay, I know it's about time, I do my thing and it flatlines
Bringin it back like rap lines from '96 and '95
I'm no True Lie(s), matter of fact man I'm a cool vibe
Kendrick Lamar, sitting in the bar, with 4 or 5 barbs tryna' fit in his car
Then I turn into a Roadster, she work her legs like Toastee
If she's fine I might roast her cause I don't owe you anything
A pimp could make her repeat that, put them hands to you pizzaye and beat that
My lines ain't cheesy call me Raw Mak, with all that beef you can fall back
Unless I'm makin' money "What You Call That?" We can do it in the car, seat back
I talk about God and freak tracks, write'em all inbetween my deep naps
Dreamin' healing, feeling like a Boss
I'll take another shot, but I'll never picture yall
Doin' what I do my dude, the funeral is still gone be you
I'm not talkin' about myself don't even try to play me like a fool
Doin' what I do my dude, the funeral is still gone be you
Try to intercept my faith in God that'a be the last thing you try to do

[Hook]

[Off-beat outro]