The Incomparable Shakespeare - Good As It Gets [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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Verse 1
They thought I was dead and starting preparing a euology
I’m a let people talk, you’ll never ruin me
Sick of all the coonery, wack rap bafoonery
You don’t my name? you little suckers better google me
I’m a put you on. The differences between you and me;
Your girl thinks I’m the cutest thing up on her computer screen
Out my hibernation now, they’ve already cued the king
I’m about to kill the game, its an executioning
Black hoodies and all
Guillotines and swords, killer schemes in bars
So when I spit flames, that kerosene is poured
None of y’all haters is killing dreams of ours
God is talking to me, He revealed it in song
I can’t explain it all but I feel it in my pores
Y’all can’t understand how my angel wings enable things
Food for thought, guess your boy catering ay

Chorus
This as good as it get get get get get
I’m telling all of y’all I’m a make it to the stars
This as good as it get get get get get
Now I make the call so I’m gonna take it far
And I’m fly away away away away away
I’m a be bossin’, I’m a be bossin’
I’m a be bossin’, I’m a be bossin’

Verse 2:
They thought I was dead and started engraving a tombstone
Since the British Invasion, I had’em waiting too long
Had to accept the fact some people had moved on
Now I got a chip on my shoulder, haters to prove wong
People asking me, “who’s gonna save the game if you don’t?”
Got me thinking maybe time to put the cape and suit on
Turn into a “Superstar”, get up on my Group Home
No more cutting corners cause this life isn’t a coupon
Watch me go from lukewarm to scorching hot
I’m already in my prime like an Autobot
I’ve been known to be an optimist so order shots
And we can celebrate life cause this is all I got
Screaming yolo is the motto with that Polo on my body
I’m a open up them bottles like a mogul at the party
Up in Soho with the models and the paparrazzi watch me
I’m about to do it big, and show up everybody

Chous

Verse 3:
They thought I was dead and tried to order me a bouquet
Open up your nose and smell the roses, it’s a new day
Touche, you say Shake isn’t that new wave
I say, “Eff you”. Your Perspective’s fugaz
Don’t call it a comeback word to Ladies Love Cool James
You ain’t surviving. I’m the highest on the food chain
I ain’t talking bowling when I’m opening up new lanes
I’m a cop a couple Jesus pieces; 2 Chainz
Stunting on non believers
You say I’m too ambitious and I’m an over achiever
Really I’m just smarter, it’s hard for you to keep up
I’ve been doing it since Slick Rick’s “Mona Lisa”
Dome to the speaker, still in my diapers
Red microphone attached to my Fisher Price bruh
And I live my life behind bars like I’m in Rikers
About to kill the game, I’m the hitman for hire

Chorus