Rj from Bella Terra - ( Untitled ) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1

Feeling like everything gone be good today, throw on my vans grab my board and then I skate away
Nothing in life was ever promise
My girl hit me like man let's be honest, she hate it when I manipulate her conscious, she wanna have my kids like fuck a condom. And Uhhh ha , I be like nope boysh, don't want dollies nor monster truck toys
Backpack raps I give it you raw
Food for thought, ask ya self do you wanna starve? Rhetorical question if you ask me. I'm taking shots at you rappers that spitting blasphemy, just want a mill, just want a meal
House on the hill and a record deal
Pinnochio niggas swearing they real
Kick flip 180 onto that rail
Cause lately I been on my grind feeble, I'm in ya skin like iv and needles. Your raps is sugar coated by some fecal matter, mines hit hard it'll make ya brain fracture, frankly that ocean the only thing that matters, feed lines to felines flow is aristocratic. Just getting started, flowing off the my mental, straight verses no hooks up on this intro
I can make something complex seem so simple
Blowing up like coke adding the mentos
Remember contemplating on spliking them chicks
Now they roll a Dutch , while popping a sixth, spitting bars age of 15 start of my legacy, soon this rap game gone be feeling me, soon these rap niggas gone be feeling me
I just hope my vision seem clear to me, and to prosper for them niggas that said it couldn't be. I spit a flame, high octane, ain't no grilling me. Flow is golden, my flow is smoking y'all niggas choking, who the fuck let me, now the taking is over, now the awakening is over, I cum on up on this beat, Guess the waiting was over...




Thank y'all for lending ya ears, as I take y'all on a journey, let my voice guide you, paint a picture like picasso
Celebration with open bottles, and smoking models
This a feeling you can't fight this
Food for thought flow is sick like the itus... And I feel I'm at my highest
Just let me take you higher...