PastorDAVE - Bars, Straight Bars [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Pastor Dave]

I'll run up on any nigga with a pen like sign my check
I know I'm gonna make it one day cause I'm the best
And if I don't I'll run up on you with a gun and vest
Buy anyone else music I'll look at that dumb invest-
Ment, y'all my sons and my next kin
Stevie J is my motherfucking Mexican
Look at the pool of the masses I already jumped in
Almost drowned climbed out and now I'm something
More than amazing
Man these rhymes ain't fucking phasing
Y'all bitches on occasion
Get me mad cause y'all ain't praising
My rhymes and I put in one hundred more times than the sickest language
Come at me and I got way more saints than the Sean Peyton
Ready to get at your head for a bounty man they is racing
To be the first one in a line with no bar spacing
No broads naked, they clothed and I'm in a car casing
The bank for the first time that they parlaying
And I got a jar laying
On the stars, our basement
Cause I'm way higher than you
And Y'all ain't making
The cut, i cut bitch females up
With razor sharp bars
Like 8 blades and sacred blunts
I'm Killing these bars and I ain't making up
Nigga I ain't making up yo

[Verse 2: Pastor Dave]

Y'all is fake enough
And nigga I don't make enough
Cash to not go hard like a crazy slut that I'm waking up
Till the day you hear Pastor Davey's done I'm amazing son
If you a girl and go to Southbridge High you can suck Cacase's nuts
You say I'm whack I'ma ask you what you based it on
Let you speak your mind and smack you till your face is gone
Cause opinions don't effect me
I'm unique like a lefty
Only these sexy habichuelas can erect me
And if I was Monchy this where I'd say that they elect me
If I was Tito I'd say I'm in space on a 10 speed
If I was Uncle Joe drinking bottles till they empty
Scotty Swole ain't raise the bar he bring it where his chest be
Scuba Steve fucking Dominicans really gently
Lil Eddie balling up he's asking who's next b
Orlando got more dough than what your rent be
Dashy Diesel hit you low now you got a bent knee
Gio and Camacho lord knows that you blessed b
Lucas like a free throw no way to contest me
Shout out Rum Runners if there's a day that they arrest me
Then its for killing this beat and I'm no where near empty

[Verse 3: Pastor Dave]

Bars, straight bars nothing else brother
Hear my shit ears perked up like an elfs mother
When she caught him smoking weed on the fucking couch fucker
Man she was pissed and hit him with the belt buckle
Amazingly, if I was taking threes
I'd miss them all but get better each time making pace with these
And when I finally make one it's occasionally
Important, chasing championships my play makes the team
While your best play wouldn't be enough to make the team
I'm on my grind like carne scraping teeth
Y'all some fucking rats nibbling take the cheese
For some short term success snap make ya squeeze
That's make believe
If you can fucking stay with me
On a song lyrically then I'd change my dreams
Song so fucking diverse spraying schemes
All over the leaf and I ain't take a break for sheet
Rhymes so hard that they break the sheet
Y'all some motherfuckers if you mistaking me
For someone who can't rap oh baby please
My shit so rough superman couldn't even save the beat
Bitch ass nigga couldn't even save the beat, bitch