Young Santiago - Toloache [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Young Santiago]

[Verse 1]

Toloch is English to me
I speak the the language
Press down on the pedals to flush
Royal, blush
Because of the bezel it spoils
The spoils of my treasure
Her leisure as blood boils from all the toil
Pain and turmoil
Reality of those dreams is that it coils
Water bubbles like broil like foil
Reflection
Can’t be seen through sunny skies
Yep, you guessed it
Cozumel where I reside
That’s progress from Progreso
Stop me?
Your demise
Best sit back for the ride
As I
Glide through these seas like Clyde
Globetrottin round the world
Saint Paul Pierce
Truth to all your lies
Till I die and sit at the right hand of the man
With Pusha as my bestie and Malice as my friend
I”ma Ride Around Shining telling y’all fly tall tales
Like lies from George Bush eyes
Flying through New Orleans skies
Till I die, nigga

[Verse 2]

Uh
She looks amazed
For now de la pyramids I gaze
With prayers of Gaza on my mind
As I rewind to the time my mom couldn’t pay a dime
And they repoed her grind
Not a tear fell
Most of these industry niggas
Behind closed doors flow like Timberlake’s river
Not tears, but words entrusted to man
Traitors of God
Catch them if you can
Well described before, niggas like fish
Try to bite you
They nibble at your feet
It tickles
You niggas suck dick like pickles
Try to blow me
That’s your death whistle
I referee official
Guns bristle
Ruffle your feathers
These words send you up with the birds
Sittin with the birds
Shittin with the birds
You are a bird
I, a shooter
Kobe in his prime, a rebel
White sapphire as the bezel
Based in plata
Sippin Matai
Jaja I won, you lost
Playing games with devil

[Verse 3]

Imminent third verse is here
Pride nowhere near
Fear apparent of
Falling out the lear
Second to ambition? Ambition
Whom shall I fear?
Victory first over all
No man, just God here
Which means I fear myself cause only I can slow me down
And destroy this beautiful rhythm that has given me the crown
But fuck that
The changeup is too nice
To the game, I wish to stay true
But we must stick to the roots

The fact of the matter is this shit’s a circus show
And you can be the ring leader or the lion’s hoe
Siempre fearful of death, you hide the truth
Cease being yourself to provide their loot
I pray you free your heart and seat your soul
Learn of the art of war and reach your goals
And know, while trapped in the maze
From the top of the pyramid you don’t have to jump ship
Just find your way
Get this money up under them until you lay
Yea