Skrapz - Westwood crib session [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(J man)

Imma tell you all if you want, want more than you come
I'ts more than a song I was born in the sun
June 21 day I fall from my mum there's more where I'm from
Caught in the slums selling draws from my drum
On my block posting having talks with the dons
My head hurts cah my nigger stylie is gone
My chest burns like I drank all of the rum
Smoke stored in my lung I saw it from young
Corning the gun come we corn him for fun
Done a bit of jail time never talked with my tongue
I was caught on the run nigger all on my ones
Now I got D pack of grease all in my bum
Tryna get rich but it feels awkward and long
If crime pays can I see more of a sum?
I don't rock Nike too tuff I'm all in Vuitton
Imagine how I started out
I broke down half an ounce the blocks large amounts
Now I whip cars around Jason transporter in and out of town never out of bounds
Bad B smelling like honey when she hugs me
Wanna give her carrots but this bunny here bugs me
Meanwhile I'm flowing on a beat all comfy
Don't touch that Vaseline there that's for country
I'm flying cunch when i bang these Zeds
Tryna get my pockets creamy like cadburys eggs
I was told to move smart like the man in chess
Now i'm like hallow black I'm the man in flesh
Literally two pack open
Now can you picture me 2pac rolling
If i ain't got i bought the hardest with me
So either way your going down like ? city

(Trapstar tox)
You said you got that white girl protected like Denzel
Cah one phone call I'm a man on fire
Man call me for them moves man call me for them tools
Everyday for that food how could I be a liar
Man move bitchy I highly doubt fire
Three man ah let it sing I'll tell you now that's no choir
Grind mode ammy stay loud like them riots
And its still ghost even if that food quiet
Real rap, cah you ain't gotta tell me you were raised by pricks
Wouldn't last long like a snap-chat clip
Half this pricks don't know what we been tru
Stash got lost food got dashed boys in blue
Back like we never left I spit crack like a bit of peng
Put your mind on that nigger looking dead
And i ain't gotta stress when i got them zeds
Feelig hectic I might buy and ? a ped

(Topps)
More money more problems more pagans
The more guns the more shells the more traitors
Fuck them man anyway there dead haters
Buss the corner with whammy lead savers
Remember the days stuck on zed dead trainers
I'm loving the ends there's bare flavors
Walk into my block feeling like stranger
Got that green on me like the green power ranger
All them stories that you heard they were made up
Summer days darg i was broke had to save up
Now niggers wanna say that I changed up
I guess the hood kinda made us act kinda strange blud
Darg fuck the neighbors
Gimme couple months swear down i be in Bados
Shout my nigger guns he ain't got no beahvior
Shout my niggers bunz he ain't got no manners

(Skrapz)
People telling me I got talent
I'm doing everything right like I haven't got balance
When i'm in the booth i'm in a world of my own
All alone in my zone like i haven't got challenge
Just the other day me and kilo went Harrods
Quick ting more time we spend money like arabs
The other day when i went to LV i walked straight out the store like
I should a went paris
Niggers gwarning like they haven't got manners
Rolling with a turner that will turn a man cabbage
I keep telling mum that she doesn't need to worry bout her last born son cah she knows a mans savage
Break down packages so i can live lavish
I'm tryna be a millionaire before a get carried
Rolling with a spinner tryna catch me a nigger
In a black bandanna I don't really where ballys yo
And if a nigger make me lose my temper in the middle of december
Man will heat up the whole winter
I Might pull up on a sunday when your going church with your mum you better know what your getting inter (into)
You see me I'm a deep thinker slash heavyweight weed smoker slash yak drinker
Ayo my name rings bells nuttin like tinker
Everybody loves skrapz you can ask insta
I'm rolling in a black dinger
I got my nigger fatz sitting in the back that's my right winger
You might catch me in restaurant with the weapon underneath my napkin I'm bless when i eat dinner
Boom i confess i'm a big sinner
I done alot my bros only god knows though
Neggers wanna know why i rap this way I tell a nigger that you haven't heard shit yet bro