Malachi Grant - Flya Than [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yeah (Malachi Grant)
Flyer than a Shut your mouth
See – I’m just out here being me
Y’all out here tryna be like me
It’s cool though
Kudos to those tryna be the new me
But there’s only one
Ya Dig?

Verse 1:(Malachi Grant)
Hut—hut hold up
Let me show you how to roll up
Get money, til the bills won’t fold up
My team, do more than load up
Show up and show you down
We don’t even run the town
Now—now tell me how that sound?
I guess I put it down…
My My Goddaughter, she be dancing to this tune
And she ain't even two
Check-check—check her bust a move
She just smooth—
She just flyer than a …Shut your mouth
What-what—what you talking bout
Bank head bounce, ain't from the South
From NY, people say I’m from the A!
It’s Ok-k-k-kay—I get money either way
Westchester—Freshchester
Get the gun up out the dresser
No Joker—Heath Ledger
Big Smile—I’m special
And I’m flyer than a speeding bullet
Bouncing like the speakers moving
People yelling Do—do—do it
OK—Ok—
May god bless the dead
And shorty bless my head
I’m just tryna get ahead
Yes—

Chorus:(Malachi Grant)
I’m flyer than a motherfucker; flyer than a motherfucker
Yelling Fuck You! Just for the fuck of it (background: flyer than a motherfucker)
Its fuck you! Just for the Fuck out it!! (background: flyer than a motherfucker)
Flyer than that paper—
Get your money—get your cake up
Fuck them haters –why they hate us
Cause they ain't on –this status
We good—looking greater
We now—and they later
They ain't—on our radar
Keep—keep on hating

Verse 2:(Malachi Grant)
I’m grinding like I need it
Got it now they heated
Spitting like balemics
That’s nasty have you seen it?
Have ya seen me!!
Find me like Nemo
That’s All black on everything
All Gold look at the bling
I’m fly in everything
Kneel and just kiss the ring
Kneel and just kiss the ring
Take a shot for me
Now smile for me
And pose for them, camera scenes
It—it was all a dream
Now it’s a mem-mory!!
They say they nice, but I’m mean on this baby
Baby—baby—baby-baby--baby BABY!
Still styling on them haters
They still biting alligators
Mathematics—on that paper
Tell them get they weight up
Im running shit—diarrhea
I wouldn’t wanna be ya
And they will never be the!
Shit—
I’m flyer than a motherfucker
They just wanna be the moutherfucker!

Chorus: (Malachi Grant)