Why-Fi - Hotspot [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hotspot

(Verse 1)

Pardon the aroma the dope potent like old cheese
Rolling blowing OG got me high up in the nosebleeds
Flowing like some poultry that are poorly cooked with no heat
Pouring codeine slowly floating as I go over the smokescreen
By these hoes at shows we throw, while these rappers bore me slow
Will surely go Below the scope I'm Kony to these phony foes Woah
My Game is tight, for this life I've paid the price
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, betta fuckin say it twice
Sharper than a stainless knife that's aiming making heinous strife
Painless cuz I'm faded vagrant and brainless in basic rife
Your dame is nice, she praised my pipe praying that she stay the night
Ain't saying I'm a sadist but the face she made was gracious I...
Shouldn't say that it's irrelevant to what matters
When prevalently tested in my presence you will shatter
My excellence make methodists question testaments and ratter
You're hesitance desolate by my celebrant laughter
Nigga them checks what I'm after dead presidents too
So you're repetitive chatter ain't a threat to my moves
This that exigent smatter that make you step to your doom
As I'm addressin your natter and the Elephant in the room like..


(Chorus)

Everywhere I go they ask why I'm hot shot
Cuz I'm so Whyreless that I'm my own hotspot
Yeah I'm my own fucking hotspot
Gunnin for that top spot til the clock stop nigga (2x)


(Verse 2)

Bitches always wanna ask for the password
After I smash her backwards I pass her before she plastered
The fuckin master at passing packs off that pasture
A rapping hazard feeling like Casper wearing the mask
(Wait wait.. What the fuck does that even mean....) well who the fuck invited you??
I heard all of yo fucking songs like what the fuck does lying prove?
Jiving in yo rhymes for why, I wouldn't have the slightest clue?!
Whining crying cuz we shining without even trying to
My router what arouse her
Turn her on for hours and she surfing on my browser
Peaches stay sweet that's why I'm thieving like I'm bowser
Gotta give her a hand at how her hands are down my trousers and uhh..


(Change up)


Facing a case for defacing some property
Blamed for Spraying some paint and evading properly
Hate to say this game we play called life's just a monopoly
The ways in gaining fame from shame are like winning the lottery
I try my best to not let adversities Bother me
Provided sessions of sess or whatever people offer me
To often off the doubts when questing success as the Top MC
Then I Get to Questioning Who discography as hot as we?
Not a collective really not a collective
Just a lot of my brethren who view the top as our section
Ain't Copping pleas I'd rather cop G's as you copping our Records
Reckon the cops be clocking me as they stopping me for my record
I'm screaming fuck that!
I need that money For doing these songs my nigga Plus tax
Been doing shows for free for way too long my nigga Trust that
I always carry my team and my city like a hump back
But being in the dmv no one know where the love at
Most are either throwing shade or tryna scheme
Ignoring the pain while In Pursuit of the Finer things
Condoning lames that's just be rapping for the fuck of it's
A growing shame and I'm just laughing like good luck with it
This more genuine than most of these actors
Claim to be a veteran without ever being a factor
You niggas is settling while greatness is just what I'm after
Talkative or talking shit man I don't know what is sadder

(Outro)

I Gotta duffle full of troubles so I hustle out of my struggles digging deep trying to find some meaning
And As I stumble thru this jungle putting together the puzzle i ain't even got all the pieces

So Where I'm gon go? (so where I'm gon go)
So what I'm gon do? (so what I'm gon do)
All I got's is my phone (All I got's is my phone)
And I'm just tryna find you
Said I'm just tryna find you (3x)