Quentin Miller - Fleece [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yeah. Three. TA3, yeah. HT-HTA, haha

[Hook]
Fleece on fleek, she on fleek, yeah
She on me, what y'all think, yeah
ATL in my speech, LA streets
Shit is epic, no L.A. Reed

[Verse 1]
It's getting hectic, niggas want to compete, they getting reckless
All the energy directed at me has been pretty negative
I'm checked up no matter where I'm in
Even when I had to purchase from the clearance rack
Just kicking fat, first {?} fleece, no more jeans, yeah
Chris Nolan the {?} when he on scene, yeah
Flow on, interstellar, I'm with whatever
You getting jealous, I'm getting better, I'm lit as ever

[Hook]
Check fleece on fleek, she on fleek, yeah
ATL in my speech, LA streets, yeah
Salva back on my beat, back on my-wait, uh, wait

[Verse 2]
Oh, we're talking rap and stuff
I hit the track and bring it back to the Saint Valentines Day Massacre
Damn, trigger finger on fleek, I'm gonna squeeze it
A situation with me, you don't need, yeah
Tell fill in the blank to drop a bomb on it
Which ever DJ's name, you all should be on it
I ball yearly on it, like Paul Pierce or something
Instead of dissing someone, go out and get you something
When keeping it real goes wrong, that's what some of y'all careers been on
Damn homie, a few month ago you was the man homie
The fuck happened to you?, aw man

[Hook]
Check fleece on fleek, she on fleek, yeah
She on me, what y'all think, yeah
ATL in my speech, LA streets, yeah
Salva on the beat, HTA3, yeah
Haha, yeah!