Unknown Artist - Breadwinner [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Flow like a river
Hoping God's a forgiver
So I don't go to Hell for living life as a sinner
True breadwinner
Eat you for dinner
I didn't mean breakfast
I'm always on the guest list
I'm coming up
Nobody would have guessed this
Lethal raps coming from a chic that's chestless
If I was on the bus back then I'd get nexted
But now I'm so hot that I'm screaming I'm the bestest
I had to steal this beat that Mr. West did
Cause when I'm in the booth I get so reckless
Tell me where my check is
I get paper
Say you found your next chic
You're in danger
I don't get rejected
I get savored
Gone and put your hands up in the ayer
Get jiggy wit it
You look like Ms. Piggy get it
You fat and a fucking midget
That's why you don't get no digits
I get the digits on command
Look at all this money in my muthafucking hand
This ain't no sad ass song
Just a sad ass beat
I live in Westville but you live on a sad ass street
You got your outfit looking like a tragedy
My outfit look like it came out a magazine
I don't be with broke bitches that's raggedy
I only be with fly bitches, fat ass, tight jeans
Don't pop my pussy for niggas that ain't earn it
Rap it up real tight, that nigga could be burnin
He was blazin, Asain, Jamaican and German
I'm amzazing at taking it, I don't be squirming
I just go to my hairdresser to put my perm in
And the price not high like the top of Mount Vernon
Yeah, welcome to my life
I'm cooler than a fan
I'm sharper than a knife