Smoove Lyrics - Get The Fuck Out Of My Face [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus] 4x
Get the fuck out of my face!
Kick rocks with no shoes or socks/
Get away from me, be gone; leave me alone/

[Verse 1]
Do you really wanna know what grinds my gears?
Them whack ass rappers that come up at me
Demanding a free beat babbling in my ear
Talkin bout yo flow is impeccable, you be stacking and mackin money
You finna sign a deal with Universal and got some cutty
Bragging about a single on the radio; being chummy
But you don't wanna pay for the instrumental
Ha! You funny
Then they wanna get mad at me
Telling me that they could easily get a beat for the low, low
Well then why you comin at me for?
Well I was gone shout you out and give you some promo
I can do all that myself
If you ain't talkin cake, then stop Jeffin;
Get up out my face, impeding on my wealth
And don't hit me up on facebook, twitter, soundcloud, or gmail
Like yo tracks be so smooth, but soon as I give the prices you turn tail
Yet yo verses consist of jewelry, cars, or clothes
Or you be gettin trippy off of the purple kush
Sippin liquor with skinny bitches;
Claimin that you fuck them hoes
So don't be comin at me thinking you about to get a Smoove track for the free
You better get with a stupid nigga because Ima tell you F-U Pay Me
Typical rappers like you hinder my paper chase
So if you ain't tryina pay up; ay..

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I'm sick of these garbage rappers that keep on askin me
With alacrity, if I could spit a verse rapidly
I give em apathy, cause my rhapsody ain't for free
And the songs they give me practically sound like tragedies
I don't got time for incompetent lyricist that persist to spit
With an alchemist of syllables and rhythms cause you can't spit for shit
Back up and get out of my face if you bringing negativity to me
Cause I don't wanna be surrounded by loony mothafuckas
That wanna be coming to get in my area, bringing a nigga down with the wickedness you pursue
Because I'm bout to eliminate everybody that wanna hate on me
Tellin me that I will never make it and jealous of me
My tolerance level is low
I don't wanna talk about it if it ain't money or music hoe
I ain't tryina be bothered with cancerous niggas in my space
So I'ma tell you straight up, ay

[Chorus til end]