Quan Millz - Did It On Em [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Listen, all you haters are my slaves
I count fifthy thousand in the bank
Soon as I get it in
It ain't nothing changing. I always make em pray to god
I turn em to a friend of mine
All you trash talkers in the background laid off
I might sign a couple digits in your celly
When I'm paid off
I ain't wasting time with these lames
On the book I'm finna sign off

I be on the notepad. It's almost like an iPad
Writting lyrics in my notes, and I use it like a iPad

I'm ahead of my game, Never faded, Never trippin
Easy to make a million off a mixtape
I'ma real hustla, I'm never slippin nigga
I make it better while they busy making sextapes

I ain't on a record deal
Tell me how you niggas feel
That straight on wordplay, is how these niggas kill
I'm dropping 16-20 when they sign me on
My first song should be a fucking hit, if they sign me on

I'm on a mission to kill rappers, I'm not a murderer
I will never stoop down to a hoe's level
Carry aids, Bacteria
I rather cuff a main chick like a cop arresting
Drug addicts, Resisting to take a drug test

You know what time it is, I guess I'm losing track of time
These niggas say they cuffin but they never even seen the V
Low Profile, Haters speaking in a back door
I make enough money in a check, more than what you bargained for
Tying Ratchet hoes in the bed, like a retarded whore

It's time to say a prayer, Make a come up nigga
I ate the beat It's said and done, I don't wanna say no more