Troy Tha Autobot - The Animals [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

"Verse one:

I represent that.....P to the H, LI hyphen, KyD, Z yea ""I""/ been cold dope flow whoa fella/ ""I"" won't stop til I rock coachella/ ""I"" got a plan man we gone blow chedda/ fuck Troy thats only cause niggas dont know better/ diss me I'll rain on ya lame ass fella better grab ya umbrella Ella aye/ tired of hearing niggas say they changing the game, Molly pop ""whoa"" or that bang bang bang/ new year selling they soul for the same ol thang/ welcome
To chi raq, what a gat damn shame/ I'm only here to add the oil to water/ show you we don't mix the reason I go harder/ separating myself the nigga departure/ staying true to myself we destined to go further/ #GONE

Verse two:

"Born and raised chi city chiraq where they catch more bodies then fuckin iraq wish i really wasn't but it be's like that always on bullshit niggas can't fight back so they shoot shit if you ngot loose lips hatin on so crew shit but a nigga never do shit who shit who me im hot man stop playin i am where the fuck is Roxanne i pop man if a nigga wanna pull it i ain't talkin guns case a nigga never knew it always tellin shit but a nigga never do it rap bars around a nigga to a nigga coughing fliud phliykydz hey Troy its a movement im talkin mills you can keep yo 2 cents kill yo hater you should use yo new sense royal t phlikydz we do this

Verse three:

I came here to rock from a distant planet, I am the son of ja rel Lil gifted bandit/ SUPER everyday tryna pose for candids/ mucho caliente flujo ""Spanish""/ TROY listen as the people chant it/ a style like mine never take for granted/ I dress like I am in a fashion practice/ 82 game sharp y'all lames in practice/ looking for that new new boy I got this/ the prince but I'm spitting like I'm king of this rap shit/ rapid, killing wit extended attachments/ assassin murder every verse I'm attacking/ bragging, something that I earned you bastards/the feedback, he blacks out from spazzing/ authentic til they put my ass in a casket/ these bitches ain't real we don't caught us a catfish/ #GONE"

Verse four:

You my comp you my comp good luck got the type of style that a leave yo ass stuck in the middle of the street like nuck if you buck i be on these beats like i dont give a fuck bro pass the torch down i caught it and i ran touch down gotta watch who i trust now trust now this beat gettin buss down buss down they see me and see dollar signs but they ain't seein me like they color blind fuck sun man i over shine over grind over time no one over mine i love my city but i hate the violence"