Trey palmz - Mad Kid Good city [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Jee Juh Contest

This is my moment its my time
Im the component im in my prime
Ive already shown it im not lyin
Feel my emotion like im cryin

Feel it in my bones everytime i rhyme
Dont need condolences im fine
Dont need to bone ya chicks got dimes
Dont need you to loan me cliques got mine

Im in my zone so sick im dyin
Im gettin thrown so quick im flyin
Dont wanna tell you shit stop pyrin
This dick is the only thing im supplying

You a stalker bitch stop spyin
Troubles gettin thick but im tryin
This mountains gettin slick but im climbin
Think i wanna end this earth im mayan

Yeah im gonna end this shit
Tell my aliens to wreck their ship
Im usin my best penmanship
As we ride around to kendricks shit

Im a mad kid in a good city
Wit ad libs that you would envy
Got a bad bitch her moods pretty
Your mad pissed your moods shity

You got bad mids i got goods wit me
Just a mad kid in a good city
Just jeehjah beats in the room with me
So much smoke that its perfuming me

This adderalls got me zoomin b
And this whiskey is consuming me
Ain't nobody refuting me
Im tellin you im not human see

I was brough to my parents with a flash of light in a basket
Only this basket was in the shape of a casket
And i was dead before i was alive but they did their best to mask it
Hiding the fact I’ve already lived this life I’ve already passed it




Yeah i swear that I’ve been dead before
But now im alive and livin well
Now i can't even get to bed by four
To busy buildin my own wishin well

I promise i can fortune tell






Only worried about your fortune well
Listen all i can do is wish you well
Cuz your life is just a living hell

Stack that paper stack that paper stack that paper


To worried about not lookin wack and shit
Worry about happiness
And the people your surrounded with

All that money dont mean shit
And all those bitches that are your dick
Theyll ditch you fast, man they will leave you quick
Not the cash that you are leavin with

On that day your burried kid
Its the people your surrounded with
Not the clothes that you were coppin bitch
Or the hoes that you were mobbin with