Rt - Liars [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Rt - Liars

(Verse 1 : Rt )
Look. Mummy Said I'm Lookin Skinny Gota Gain Weight
I Said I'm Tryna Lock Da City Gota Gain Weight
Many Sleepless Nights How We Gain Papes , Hand On Heart I Spit On Fake Hustles For The Games Sake
All I Hear Is Never Snitch In This Rap Ting Till They Face Time In Jail And There Screamin Rat Sing
People Rap About Bin Stop Actin I Should Rap These Bin Liners With That Cling

(Verse 2 : Rt)
If You Say Your Batch Is Ard Your A Liar Darg And If U Say You've Raped Dark Your A Liar Darg
New Face Can't Gain Money He's A Minor Darg Makr Your Stack Blaze Crow It May Get Higher Darg
That's The Only Way You Can Get Your Stack Up Your Bankrupt Till Satisfied We Are Crack Bucks
Your Whole Is Weak Your Hands Stuck Your Bezzel And Bracelet Together Look Like Hand Cuffs
Your Not Official So When You Say Your Ofic Your Probably Talkin See Food Otherwise Your Chattin Shit Your A Fukin Spoilt Rich Prick That's The Fukin End Of it
You Wanna End Me Quick? Grab Your Scen And Spit You Lil Prick. Don't Come To Me Hyped Please Come With That Calmer Talk Ima Hit U Up Twice If I'm Hearin Dat Karma Talk

(Verse 3 : Rt)
If I Slap Him He'll Be Cryin Darg , Those Man Are Like Those Chocolates Yeah There (L)yin)on bars
Goin School And Workin Lidge ...That Just Weren't For Me Out Ere With Those White And Brown Squares Like Burberry
What Will I Be Without The Road The Hood Made Me Piss Me Off And I'm Menem And I ain't Talkin Bout Shady
I'm Tired Of These Fake Niggas Stressin Me Yes I Deal With Press And I Don't Mean As A Celebrity
Kittys Need Grub Yeah There Vouchin For Food I Cut Shotters From Paper Like Vouchers For Food And Yeah I Got Yungas On A Payroll I Ain't Talkin Hair When I Say There On A Caine Roll, That Means They Move My Crack Package I Love To Take Advantage Of These Crack Addicts
We Cut Up Numbers Like Mathematicians Yeah I'm Stackin I'm Livin Yeah Livin Till The Next Day Even Tho I ain't Guarenteed To See Wednesday Yes I'm In The Fast Lane And I'm Still Makin Figures Shakin Hands Makin Business You Still Deal With These Shameful Piglets
Your Just A Painful Mimic All This Chit Chat But In My Face Your Shakin Init , I'm Like Fresh Creeps My Soul Is Surrounded By Paper I Guess Cos I'm The Hood Chef That Makes My Runner The Waiter, Yh He's Servin Up The Cliental 010 I Was Fly As Hell Now I'm Breaker Down The Scales
Your Stacks Solo And I Ain't Talkin Bout Its By Its Self I'm Talkin Bout Its So Low That It Cryin Help
No One In My League I Only Fight Myself Stab Him In The Heart And Make The Little Pussy Fight His Helf ! PST