Nimbus - Bench Press [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Bench Press (Prod. By Renzy Beats)

Verse 1
Living life pour me up with another shot
With some niggas with dreadlocks to they fucking socks
In the back seat with a shorty with her legs up
Ever since i was a shorty had to get my bread up
Used to be that nigga with the water cooler
Had to get off benches then got on them bench presses like i had to get my weight up in the hood (in the hood)
Wood grain in the whip yea nigga alls good
Yea you niggas don’t know me know me you niggas ain't my homies
Playing mind games but you bitches can’t control me
Fuck a star wars ain't nobody tryna clone me
All up on my sneakers but nobody steal my soul see
I’ve seen it all from rags and riches
From bitches doing niggas dirty like they do the dishes
Always acting fucking fishy
Great whites in the dark take a walk thru the park with a nigga

Hook:
Man these bitches don’t know you
Man these bitches don’t know you
Man these bitches don’t know you
Man these bitches don’t know you
Don’t make me have to pull up on you
(I DONT MOTHER FUCKING CARE NIGGA)
Don’t make me have to pull up on you
(I JUST WANT MY FUCKING BREAD NIGGA)

Verse 2
Bench pressing the whip like I'm dressed like a pimp
Never settled for less i have truly been blessed
My inhaler so gorgeous drive all different foreigns
Im out of the country this trip cost a fortune
I never fucked with them Armani emporium
Bitches they tricking for dollars and Jordan's
They ask for my name but it's not of importance like
Like…like its not of importance

Hook:
Man these bitches don’t know you
Man these bitches don’t know you
Man these bitches don’t know you
Man these bitches don’t know you
Don’t make me have to pull up on you
(I DONT MOTHER FUCKING CARE NIGGA)
Don’t make me have to pull up on you
(I JUST WANT MY FUCKING BREAD NIGGA)

Verse 3
And I believe in baby jesus
In the park with my sunday school teacher
We came a long way from benches and the bleachers
Lessons learned my niggas roll up they reefer
Visvim christos under the the mistletoes
And oversea hoes we always getting throwed
A flame thrower propane and concaine lets this dope remain a testament to lames