The Freshman - Don't Fuck With Me [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
A man can be pushed, so far
Until he finally loses his mind
And I think ya'll pushed freshman to far
(Yeah) Show them what you got (get him)
[Verse 1]
Goddamn let’s kill them now
Niggas take shots and they feel so drowned
Glock in the back you here that sound
POP POP POP and the bitch is down
Fame, gets the best of us
When I’m at the top yo bitch down to fuck
But damn that’s ok cuz the flow so cold
And you act so bold but you live so low
And im stacking all the paper but you niggas always hate
You controlled by the mob but you’re bitch to the Satan (LORD FORGIVE ME)
But you’re so damn fake you think you know what I’m saying
Bitch you keep spraying better keep on praying
Cuz you probably won't see another fucking day
Say goodbye to your family ill show you the grave
Got a chopper and a nine don’t fuck with me
If you do you’re blind ill bust your teeth
Ooh, bet that fucking hurt
Your ass on the ground you getting served
Served like a meal but not desert
Dishing out the pain but not the words
You’ll probably cry as you getting hurt
‘Lil bitch you’re praying go back to church
It’s freshman and I’m part of the motherfucking A team
Big niggas want to run around head through the town and always wanna hate me
But let me tell me you’re wasting you’re time and you’re lost in the world
And when you with your boy trying to hustle around ill be at your house still fucking with your girl
[Chorus]
Don’t fuck with me
I said don’t fuck with me
Lying ass nigga don’t fuck with me
Poor ass nigga don’t fuck with me
Bitch ass nigga don’t fuck with me
Snitch ass nigga don’t fuck with me
Trick ass nigga don’t fuck with me
One thousand gang just sign me
[Verse 2]
Back again I’m like G.I Joe
More like a cobra with the venomous flow
Take an enima though
So I can shit on you’re throat
Take control, lets kill them and go
I’m not the best mc but I’m getting there
Smoking trees when it ease I’m flipping chairs
And there’s a reason why so many rappers tend to give up
Cuz they feel the stress keep them putting more in their cup
Somewhat open and shut
Slow motion they strut
Strut, strutting away, kill them off in a rut
Mind running in circles I motherfucking hate that new synth
You spend your day writing down your lyrics, you want to here my two cents
Go scribble your shit and split and go and try to write some new shit
Ima keep on doing my own flick
Ain’t never fucking fall for no trick
My own shit, and my own bitch
Your poor as nigga get your own whip
Your own crib
Your own money
Lil crazy ass nigga get your own shit
But shout out to Ray Bandz and all his fans for letting me on the crew list
[Chorus]
Don’t fuck with me
I said don’t fuck with me
Lying ass nigga don’t fuck with me
Poor ass nigga don’t fuck with me
Bitch ass nigga don’t fuck with me
Snitch ass nigga don’t fuck with me
Trick ass nigga don’t fuck with me
Thousand gang just sign me