THEBLKHANDS - Majestic [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by A$AP TY Beats & ILLA]

[Intro: Cazzie Jetson]
Swag swag on this shit, nah I'm talking swag swag, she be like, man why you always be saying swag swag on your shit, I say you can fly a kite and swag on this dick
A$AP, BLKHANDS

[Verse 1: Cazzie Jetson]
Guess I got no chill switch
When I go in im Christian
Cuz I'm going for the kill switch
I'll shit I spit when I kill it no vaccine
Yo chick act like she living single like Maxine
You a fat back
I'm a flat screen
And that's just how I analyze it
Rare shit as my apparel you will never find it
She gave you a hard time you Said never mind it
And that's why she is not around
You so absent minded
Living like I got no expiration date
Even if did ill probably never see my final fate.-
If I cave and kill a man for showin me his kind of hate
The system will digest me and I'll never see the light of day
Fuck that
Go in and don't run back
Bitch I'm from the city where you'll never see the sun at
Kid gets kidnapped while they napping just cuz you spit gun raps
So if tryna son niggas you won't get your son back
That's illadel
Sodom and Gomorrah just before the cities fell
I'm tryna be in sunny weather Chilling in The Citadel
You addicted to the nigga life and you accept it
That's the reason why when Cazzie Near yo gf she look so majestic

[Hook: Cazzie Jetson]
Shawty Cleopatra I'mma put her on the checklist
Everytime I'm near your girlfriend she look so majestic
Everytime I'm rep my city it look so majestic
She don't want no peasants why you still don't get the message

[Verse 2: Dominic Serendip]
Take a hit of that spliff
Mollys dripping, she tripped
Blow the dro and then blow below before you comatose on this dick
Early morning, we sipping
Cuz I ain’t trying to mourn regrets morning sickness
I repress morning, block the sun with an overcast of this piff, Man
We can’t spell sober
Wine calling my name like we are playing red rover
She licking and candy flipping like it’s the end of October
Lost in mind, imagining shit, like we living in fosters
Home of the friends,
No going home when I’m filling my cup
I’m filling her up once im done with this rum, The green is the blueprint for us to lay pipe
I love kitty better when I feel like kites
High dikes, I dick them all down
Shut up bitch!
I’m sick of your sound
Unless it’s something to do about loud, Be cautious
I won’t say I’m fly but the look in her eye is telling me her dude want to swat this
Big apple boy whose is rotten, loves bitches with apple bottoms
Bottoms up is what I tell them, Sometimes im too hard to swallow
Ease her down and then go pop them
Take these, we blast off Apollo, I’m gone
BOOM!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
Rollin with my conglomerate
Head shots at your consciousness
A vest will never save you, no threats I'm only handing out promises
Bar for bar I'll go par for par when I'm working with my accomplices
Taking shots while y'all shocked as if I gave two shits 'bout accomplishments
Of these new niggas or these old niggas, my boys counting up old figures
One call on this iPhone they at your front door bumpin some old Jigga
Sweat out colds in the studio, never taking days off
Y'all niggas are fraudulent living a ponsey scheme like a Madoff
I'm watching Dexter's Lab, feeling like James Dean
Black hands purp v ASF you ain't messin with these fckin teams
Life's a dream and I'm like Cobb Totem
You hand me any beat I guarantee that I'll control em
Manipulate, break it down and roll these beats, i'll smoke em
Expectations or limitations I'm sure That i broke em
The mind of a menace and soul of a genius creating a world of their own
Living noble and mischievous stealing the crown whole you're all busy watching the throne