The Laureate - Pregame [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
I'm all laced up for the pregame
Head above the rim, I think I'm D Wade
Pinky, ring, middle finger, three rings!
Bottoms up, it's the pregame! (yeah)
Bottoms up, it's the pregame!
I'm all laced up for the pregame
My head's above the rim, I think I'm D Wade
Pinky, ring, middle finger, three rings!
Bottoms up, it's the pregame!

[Verse 1]
Uh, godamn it, I like it
Can't get enough, I might wife it
I want a bad chick, and a nice whip that’s paid for (hey))
On top of the world like Tyson
With a right to kill boy I’m licensed, I want it all
I always said that not impressing would be my downfall
Knew since eleven that I wanted to rap
Or play ball or whichever came first
Either way I had a backup – just in case, you know, worse comes to worse
Rap or ball? Choose one, black boys don’t got a choice
See they tell us speak our minds, but then they take away our voice
See I want Jesus and that Jesus piece, hectic parties and some peace
Want money like I’m in the league, and plenty honeys begging me
Want Haitian wifey in my bed, I’ll get it you just wait
Three rings going on six yeah I think I’m D Wade, wait