Skeamz - Levels [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Levels

Verse
My niggas don't play we at intermission, hot as shit I stay in the kitchen
Stay on money missions palm itching so my wrist will glycerin
Bitches talk but they don't ever listen
If she throw that ass like she pitchin at my competition
Bet that fuck nigga come up missin
I'm a real G you rendition you faker then some hair extensions
Talking real shit so pay attention not mention
Way too faded need a intervention, cutting hoes like it was tension
Close to the streets like car wit a low suspension
My henchmen ain't scared to catch a sentence
Probaby on Richmond highway
A guy with a 9 walked out his driveway
Decided he would take lives today
Close one eye red dot ya topay
I gotcha like Lupe, its suicide Tuesday, I'm shooting like 2K
Dunk you with concrete shoes like MJ
Hope you sink and you suffocate
Nurse can't resuscitate you I'm the shit so I deficate
Money over bitches dats a definite
Wake up early for dis cake dats a wake n bake
Pocket overweight pop yours make dat shit deflate
All about paps you sorry man dat shit too late
Snitch cut your throat you leak like a lake
Great your bitch stuck to me like tape
Real late so they lock up the zone Gate
And a fake get trapped and he can't escape
Got the foamposites bet they gone fit
Hit a quick lick on a bitch gimmie all ya chips
Take a cheese brick from a cracker you salty Ritz
She just suck dick and take duck face pics
Think ya slick take ya zip off of my strip
Don’t gimmie lip bet that clip gonna letta rip
Swag too legit I don't slip I got heavy grip
Every bars spit like coke hope its gonna flip
Feel like Scarface if he didn't shoot Manny
And killed the Columbians and moved from Miami
Hand me a bitch with a fat fanny
Pop her like a Zanny my stroke's uncanny
Ain't a man think you one though like a tranny
Snitching is illegal like government banning
She call me baby like a nanny
All on me like I'm tanning cause the pipe she demanding
The realest nigga the DMV just have ever seen
So fly catch it like it was a disease
Think you immune no system Aiming right at your spleen
Money long like my dick stretch like a limousine
Raps are necessity cook crack know the recipe
Testing me you must be trippin off of the ecstasy
Swag threatening fresh to death murder 2nd degree
No arresting me fresh as hell if the Feds see me
I want the root of all evil hit a lick on the devil
Hard body like metal to me your just a pebble
Gassed up got my foot heavy on the pedal
Tryna tell you bitch ass niggas they was levels