Текст песни FGE Cypher, Pt. 9 (Arsonal) с переводом

Yeah back at it like a post move

Yeah still giving niggas blues leaving no clue

Yeah I don’t know what somebody told you

Yeah cause that’s the only thing they know fool

Had massive gloves like cold blue

I go nut soul on a butter rim

Bars like a jungle gym

Heart hard but a fucking gym

Broken shards but with every trim

So I keep it together in extreme weather

Out in the rain with thunder heard

Fighting pain then the summer turn

With a warrior spirit

Watch me score my pivot

I’m smart like a witness

A knight or a bishop

See I’m fair like a ticket

But play the hoodlum, I’m whispers

They be counting bodies like the Holocaust

Fire, fire, nigga Mazel Tov

Heroin flow with that ace sleeper

They nodding off on that money like a watermark

Find a way to clock like time was lost

And if it’s 10 to nine then ain’t no time to talk

That mean I’m early bird, teach a lesson to 'em

Now it’s time to chalk, lined 'em up but his posture off

Thinking you could run with me

Somebody must’ve been gassing you like your lungs was weak

Well I’m bout the cars like collapsin', you gon' be underneath

Then I have a desert drawn like a map

Whenever they come for me

And only killers could run with me

Why you watching these videos

Say we cheerio, no ain’t nothing sweet

See I got them hitters buzzed, they’ll pull a sting like a bumblebee

See I’m from the dirt but I grew the city green like a fucking tree

Watching the clock and taking my shot out the trap like a double team

Talley

Ay, ay, ay, ay, FGE shit man, T-I-G-U-E

Ride low like a Caddy, found you and don’t got your addy

It’s too late, no calling your daddy

Took too many Ls, if you wanna see what it do

We taking souls like Scrappy

Niggas act tough that ain’t you like a catfish

I’m about money these bitches come after

Fresh like prince but I’m still on my Jazz shit

Broke Pokémon is how niggas get captured

Don’t put in work just gon' clout like Alvin

I cannot quit never would throw the towel in

Smoother than Ace that be hating like Calvin

No Fatigue dropping look out for the album

I put myself on the bottom like houses

Remember sleeping on my aunty couches

Working, I’m working, these niggas be pouting

Close to the top like I’m climbing a mountain

Green on me no air on the line anymore

Cracking your bitch with my stick now she glowing

All in the head like a sore, green like she going

How you ain’t know she was a whore

I’ma go back and forth, get around like a trip

All I can sniff and get half of the clip

Leave him code red no alarm in this bitch

Give it to him first like a warrant and shit

They on the floor like a carpet

I’m running shit like a Sergeant

Stick in that metal like Spartan

So don’t act funny like Martin

Blues on me, that’s what I chase

You mad it’s all on your face

Get over it like it’s trace

Get money, it’s not a race

I had to change my method man

But that was all for the cream

I been running through that paper like a Football team

Fuck with niggas thats gon' show up by my side like a screen

Feel like LeBron why these niggas always doubting the king

But like a sit-up I’m just tryna lift a torso

Oops, I mean tune so

Feelin' like Meek, nigga lord knows

Never give up, I keep working like D. Rose

I make all them wolves timber

Got 'em peak through what he on

Squad

Yea, yea, yea, ha-ha-ha, Clique Clan shit, FGE shit

You know what I’m rockin' nigga, Louisville stand up

(Wuntayk Timmy)

Okay, rappers I don’t have to bite them

Pussy money, appetite slim

Ain’t nobody rapping like him

I guess that’s why don’t no rappers like him

Please don’t make me afterlife him

No one has a swagger like us

Let 'em hang, drag on my nuts

So much in the bag it might bust

Shoutout to my habitat, uh

Where I learn my habits at, uh

Learn to flip and acrobat, uh

Lost and then I got it back, uh

Just tryna ball like Cracker Jack, uh

Could whip 'em both I’m ambidex

Could whip 'em both like ten and two

Could whip 'em both like cabbage patch, uh

Hand and hand and back to back, uh

I deserve a platinum plaque, yuh

Grammy, Oscar, Emmy, niggas know it

On Granny and God and them, fuck awards

I really just wanna open up the doors for Louisville niggas

Y’all knew what it was

All of y’all can if I can get a buzz

But I’m tryna stay sober because I’m too fly

Need a layover, she came over and got a makeover

I said I ain’t know you, she even brought your mixtape over

That shit was lighter than a chain-smoker

Chain rainbow and Crayola

I may quote her with some weight told her

With some great yoga, get your 4 and a baby

That’s a hangover

Wuntayk, it’s a takeover

Fire, niggas better take cover

The pole different, it’s the eighth wonder

Left holes dripping, need a rain gutter

Leave the scene cleaner than a maid, butler

These clowns I know they up

But niggas start to fall like it’s late summer

And I’m on they heels like Shea butter

At heart I’m still a cocaine cutter

Like to whipping wheels, both same color

They popping off, I don’t say much

I let the chopper talk, knowing they stutter

Like d-d-d-die

Why you walking bitch, get in the car

Fuck 'em niggas, we’ll get them tomorrow

Cause we got bags to get biz

Y’all already know I’m resting when I’m rich

Tayk, ha-ha, Clique Clan, FGE shit

Well you can’t spell bars without putting that Ars in

Montana, I got you bruh, uh, look

Niggas telling lies, walking 'round like they real

Prolly never missed a meal, I’m Liam Neeson every Taken

I got a special set of skills, I’m Bo Jackson in the field

Ricky Bobby at the wheel, I’m Chicago with the Drill

Aristotle with the philosophies, Socrates

I’m keeping it real, facts

I see my future much clearer, facts

I see my future much clearer, facts

Niggas who talk to the cops, rats

But they see a star in the mirror, get it

Think about it, break it down, flip it 'round

And then read it again

Rats see a star in the mirror, these bars undefeated my friend

I don’t believe in a pen, just give me some weed and a timb

These bullets’ll eat at your skin

Whoever want beef I turn vegan my friend

I bring you the beef, make you eat it again

I shop hot and nem is me down

With you I see low and which means you a clown

Ten toes planted, both feet on the ground

My teachers from high school believe in me now

None of my packs get fumbled

You don’t belong here, Rapunzel

You fleeing the scene, import your dog hair

The struggle is gon' take a vet to plug you

Now say it with your chest cause none of my raps is mumble

Then all of my straps is double my team

It’s loyal and humble, when all got arms on they shoulders

We’d like you to join in this huddle

Yeah, the king of battle rap and bar god

Back to back is action packed

I’m here, appreciate all of my presence

I’m very gifted, how ironic I rap

I’m patriotic with the strap

So iconic in the trap

Turn that potter into crack

Make it lock and bring it back

Fiends start knocking when they scratch

No designer on my back, I’m rocking my own shit

Traveling got me homesick, hope Oprah don’t sue me

But just like her network I was out there doing my own shit

Groupie bitches all was sucking dick way before them Patrón sips

Slavery dead but you the nigga I’m gon' get nigga

CP9 man, you already know what the fuck it is man, Rap God, FGE shit man

Views From The General’s Helmet, whew

I be in my zone, move around me like some cones

On my AK spitting faster than the Thuggish Ruggish Bone

Caught an op in traffic yeah you know I had the chrome

Smoked them through the glass, I ain’t talking 'bout a bong

They say that nigga cold like he be with Tommy Strawn

I be with Khaleesi spitting fire, Game of Thrones

No thief but that steel in my shirt like a booster

The clip up in my .40 cal longer than Kuzma

Smoke his whole circle like they passing 'round a hookah

Kill his homies first and make him watch like a jeweler

You wanna link then just slide up

No kidding, I’ma take him to school, no bus driver

AR to his chest, he ain’t even a Rough Rider

Them shots’ll take his wheel like his friend was a drunk driver

Picture me at yo home mask and glove, no umpire

Send a whole mag to your crib, no subscriber

Middle fingers to fussin'

Hell yeah we could get it bussin'

I’ma come out cracking tops like Steve Austin, no Budweiser

I really pops, I don’t play house

When I bump into him, watch 'em break out

Watch us takeoff turn into takeout

Killers outback no Steakhouse

I stay with a strap or two

Bro ‘nem got cannons too

All of us shoot like a camera crew

If dude ‘nem get tough

I’ma shoot this bitch up like I ain’t got nobody to pass it to

Rap God on the track and God watching my back

When the Devil see me, bitch I give him chills

I’m so cold I can make any summer end

Oh I guess they thought it was December still

Old haters mad cause I’m winning still

Been a hustler for mine I been in the ville

Had a gun in my lap and had pounds in the back

Right next to the pampers and the infant milk

Used to think that the only way we could win

Is to ball, or sell drugs, or to get a deal

Had me thinking if God had a favorite color

Tell me what’s a white lie to an Emmett Till