Skeamz - PSA [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

PSA

Skeamz Skeamz
Yea PSA
Check it

Verse
I Pump the bass Phily in outer space cause the L I faced
Ciroc no chase at the pearly gates just for heaven sake
Work no break and the bars I make gives rappers the shakes
Game is First Take when she masterbate clappin patting cake
Can you relate, can’t fake I cum fashionably late
Flow innate I rate your girl an 8 got class and we mate
Can’t fuck wit Finago I'll turn on A-holes like tables
Revenge'll be fatal boil you and then hand you a ladle
Backwards from the grave to cradle from local to labels
I'm real you niggas fables, paper view and you cable
Thought patterns unstable while I lick on her naval
Need such a big payroll the treasury is unable
To me pay my salary songs hung in a gallery
Burn mics like calories swag from another galaxy
On a mission send tracks to the mortition
For my audition got beef start shit like an ignition, nigga
You ignant nigga don’t get it
Got bitches of all pigments gon dig it
Thought it was your a figment
Of your fucked imagination
This generation no patience
Want paychecks heat like invasions
I'd rather write on vacation
Siphon gas from the station and squeeze wit no hesitation
Bet the next nigga don’t, choke a bullet go through your throat
Joke artists I provoke, sleep on me poke her she woke
Breast stroking to stay afloat, you loaf and ya paddle broke
All about mozzarella, can't see me you Helen Keller
Hustler like Rocafella, and twisted like some propellers
My metaphors go over your head like an umbrella
Thumbin like bank tellers, a Simpson cause she was yella
Nigga what is the dilleo, no strings attacted to silly hoes
Pearling honeys with Phillys bro, you fuckboy I’m like really doe
Knew when it was sold should've rolled, you niggas fold
When you hold 'em like Texas told him, class 420 enrolled him
On my pole that’s my todom, dick overload dem implode dem
Tryna quote my speech, gotta decode at my podium
Swear I was speaking in tounges right out speakers they from
Feel In the air hung bet I could leap on the sun
Spit like bullets that’s flung, flow as unique as they come
Kill a beat that’s red rum, like busting heat in a slum
Bet no polices will come, and Skeamz'll flee from the scene
You crossing in my red beam, a hitman working for free, so pay me
Outro
Second Nature Gang bitch
Catch up catch up
Shoutout Mac Miller keep it Easy Mac
Public service announcement, gave you something to bounce wit, smoking about a ounce bitch
I'm gone