Saint Anthony - Moves [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Saint Anthony]
I'm up early today
Smoking on some shit already burning the haze
Kick another flow and then it's back to my chief
Gotta
Permit to speak
None of my talk is cheap
I could tell you 'bout the finer things
Tell you 'bout defeat
Tell you 'bout the diamond rings
Tell you 'bout the streets
But I'm the farthest from thug
Still the times got hard
Still the times got tough
But these days I'm chillin'
While I'm smoking on a O
I got my mind on a million
And my foes keep grillin'
They ain't really on my level
They just hawk like pigeons
I am on my plateau
Tryna just stack dough
I flow like Castro
B.I.G
That dope
All these bitches they catch colds
Inlove with the illest
All they feelings keep spilling
Cuz they know that they feel it




[Hook: Saint Anthony]
It's so ignorant
Finna make a movie so I flip the script
It's so ignorant
Finna make a movie wit some mistresses
And we whallin', whallin', making moves
Yeah we whallin', whallin', making moves
Said we whallin', whallin', making movies
And whallin', whallin', making moves




[Verse 2: Saint Anthony]
Well, well what do we have here
I've been on my grind, on time since last year
Skate down to the party in cashmere
In my preppy ass sweater
Like noone could do it better
I'm fucking with my endeavors
Playing chess with them
I plot it and then I check them
See this is one for the record
And for the record I am a problem you couldn't weather
Like
Floyd
Tell them that it's ya boy
The reason that your album is out and ain't making noise
The reason that your girl is around and she making noise
I'm putting it down on her
Do away with her voice
Do away with the team
Do away with the scene
All of your shit is wack
All of my shit is mean
All of my shit is glossy
Can't
Get the fuck off me
Got my bills up like Chauncey
Let the song breathe
Yeah!




[Hook: Saint Anthony]




[Verse 3: Saint Anthony]
You might loose your mind
Look into the mirror might lose your pride
This might make you reconsider
Shit, it's no wonder they all bitter
(My bad)
And my only response
Put the sour in the swisher let me smoke like a boss
Uh
Lil' homie he got it
I'm the visionary baby all I want is the profit
Now stop it
You keep talking
Fucking with my zone
Calm yourself girl 'fore I send your ass home
(Forreal)
With not a bit of remorse
Next year bet you'll catch me out there riding a Porsche
In the middle of Miami in a tropical storm
I ain't worried bout a thing homie, not no more
See I does what I does
And it
Is what it is
So fuck what it was