Tyrint - Fugitive Pt. 2 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Gold in my mouth like a drugdealer
Broke in a house of mirrors
No ones stopping this gun weilder
So confident blood spiller
Told ollie make moves till we make it
Can't see us all these other niggas basic
Gotta be up at the top i can taste it
Hatin ass niggas they mad can't say shit
We some warriors all you can do is worry yo
I was outside my nintendo was boring so
I was linked to the curb b
Drinks got me burping
Thinking like im gonna need this sink my stomachs churning
Leaving em in the dust
Ain't too much people that i can trust
If its illegal then i probably done it
I shoot a torpedo the size of a bus
If you are feeble then buy you a gun
Call me the reaper you die from a touch
If that beat is fine its fucked
Im so clean this climb is clutch
Im the commissioner
Officially becoming invincible
Hypersensative minerals
I consider a remedy
Cut my skin dripping chemicals
Hazardous materials
Average is inferior
I fear the feral idea of it
Rapping as if nasa had a massive plasma catastrophe
Africans haven't gradually matched my natural savagry
You stupid dawg
Who you rootin for
You be hatin but when you listen you be like aye that do go hard
It is a medical fact
That i am ahead with this rappin
Get your fingers to snappin
Like some kids doin bad shit
They humurous
Too lucrative
To lose this shit
They have yet to catch up to me i am a fugitive
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Im masked up like sting
But im not above a ring
Im not rapping for change
But im rapping for change
We dont got time to see no doctors J
If you strapped with a k
Itll keep that doctor away like an apple a day
You closer to nurses that means you're closer to hearses
The pope gettin nervous
When i start quotin my verses
Im alone in a wormhole
With some hoes and a virgin
On a lonely excursion
And my phone just stopped working