Terrance Moore - Blasphemy [Interlude] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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[Verse]
I’ll go half on a sack, if you got the weed
Still kill a dope track without the tree
It ain’t about where you at, it’s where you about to be
Fine slacks, driving laps in luxury
Nuts swinging in the air off the balcony
Fuck, no feeling can compare when they crowning me
Ain’t no doubting me
As luck would have it, I’m prepared
Only habit, killing shit ’til I’m a multi-millionaire
Just a bunch of fake ‘Pacs, that’s blasphemy
A Hip-Hop nightmare, I’m a catastrophe
If your Rollie tick-tock, that’s a fake watch
I don’t wanna see no time off it
On my grind ’til I’m balling, huh
Fine dimes sip fine wine like alcoholics
So I need a line of credit in my wallet
Jackson Pollack, how I splash mine, my cash solid
I can’t call it, balling off selling phonics
Words frolic, compelled by the chronic
Don’t know if the Earth sprouted it, or if it’s hydroponic
But it got me dropping gems, lines pop - in
I’m petty, I rock without a Chevy
And mop the competition
What’s the meaning of opposition when everybody listens, huh?
Watch what you listen for
Cause Terrance Moore about to give it to you
I’m ‘bout to give it to ya...