Текст песни Heavy (Audio Push) с переводом

Oh man man man man

We about to go on tour

That should be pretty cool

Thank you

My nigga

I’m with Maco and Ducko

Tell Ducko when we hit the A I need hoes by the bus load

But only the freaks that like women

Their thumbs in their butt-hole

I told you I’m cut-throat

(Don't judge though)

My East Coast girls love to inhale dutch smoke

Respect, the real niggas give me the upmost

This shit gon' crash the internet as soon as it upload

I trust no

Women or men

Who make demands but don’t come with a plan

Off brands must run in your fam

Cause you think you a man with that gun in your hand

Stupid

(I'm a man without it)

Friday boy, you on your Craig shit

Its Friday nigga and I’m on craigslist

Cause I’m bored as shit and I wanna buy something

Having flashbacks, with my cousins

In the mall broke, I couldn’t buy nothing

Now we got it popping got it live jumping

But I been waiting like my ride coming

And my ride bumping at the traffic light

Webbie on, banging Savage Life

If my money there and that package right

It’s about to be a gladis night

I pull up on her, walk in the room

She asking, for rough sex

You pull up on her, y’all in the room

She asking, is it up yet?

We ain’t the same nigga, 'nuff said

Oh let me guess, you got up next

Well I don’t care, I’m in the in the present moment

And this a wrap like when them presents open

Time to kill the game, any last words?

You hit the hood

You won’t get a pass

You’ll be lucky even to get the password

To the wifi, my niggas crash nerds

Two rules, rule number one

Before you pass herb, nigga ash first

And number two before you steal my flow

I’d appreciate it if you asked first

All my soldiers is ready

You know all my soldiers is ready

Benjis on benjis is heavy

Man, benjis on benjis is heavy

All my soldiers is ready

You know all my soldiers is ready

Benjis on benjis is heavy

Man, benjis on benjis is heavy

I’d never sell my soul for the dough

Let them know

I’d never sell my soul for the dough

Let them know

Dumb clean, yeah I’m dumb clean

Used to walk, now I run things

I seen every whip they tryna make us quit

But I never switched, I got one team

And we ball out, its time to board now

I’m just living plans that I draw out

And my girl be tripping like it can’t be different

I could get a mistress with a call now

But I’m chilling out, I put my phone down

Gotta get it cause they bluffing out here

Turning nothing into something out here

Cause our trap is booming beaming bunking out here

Lot of bitches, sorry

Lot of women

But just find your one cause it ain’t nothing out here

They claim they modelling on seven bottles

But in actuality they fucking out here

(Drop that shit)

All of my soldiers is ready

You know all my soldiers is ready

So cross my line if you want to

Just make sure you know where you heading

I keep real ones in my section

Its only real ones in the section

(Only the real)

So if you ain’t here don’t get upset

But you probably ain’t get accepted

Kevin Gates, I don’t get tired

I get high, then I get inspired

I take my mind, then I get inside it

I get beats, audio piling

And I make my beats neat, auto-pilot

You see what I did there?

I’m on my shit

Get on your side, cause I’m with my clique

And fuck a hater nigga, they sing my shit

Watch

[All my soldiers is ready

You know all my soldiers is ready

Benjis on benjis is heavy

Man, benjis on benjis is heavy

All my soldiers is ready

You know all my soldiers is ready

Benjis on benjis is heavy

Man, benjis on benjis is heavy

I’d never sell my soul for the dough

Let them know

I’d never sell my soul for the dough

Let them know

I’m living like diamonds, perfect

Went from mobbing to merching

From all that work I went from silent to quoted

Quotients coming bitch we good, over here

Notice notions what you looking at dear?

Get cloven explosions, orgasm in ear

I came to rumble leave a few contusions

And these rappers average with some grand delusions

In the game like a home intrusion

I want everything in the restitution

Fuck the mule, I’ma act a ass

This is execution, slightly retribution

Cause it’s peons hating tryna play the music

But still play the music

Getting blazed in Munich

Bitch you major rubick

I been making movies

Im like Stanley Kubrick

Taking baths with 20s

Bitch so therapeutic

See the plans

And tryna copy movements

We 'gon convolute it

Leave their chances putrid

I could kill acoustic

Nigga fuck the woofers

Base decisions on the fact we winning

We the hottest truly and they hardly human

They like «OG Mac' can rap? I hardly knew it»

Cause you slightly stupid

Or opinionated

Fuck assimilations and these imitations

They can’t replicate it

This is innovation

Best accommodate me 'fore I take your commas

Get eradicated

Fuck some simple drama

Trap dilapidated

But them junkies coming

Now I’m selling records and they celebrating

Seem so simple but its complicated

Cause my niggas hungry and the streets is warming

So by summer said I need a syndicated

All these wins and losses got us motivated

Fuck your frustration and irritation

Cause we planted seeds and

Did the irrigation

Now its illustrated like Adobe made it

Infatuated with these extra racks

Never fuck with lames

Just a culmination of the conversation that a pimp has

Now you antiquated, bin trash

Just a mitigated never sell my soul for the Ben Franklins

[All my soldiers is ready

You know all my soldiers is ready

Benjis on benjis is heavy

Man, benjis on benjis is heavy

All my soldiers is ready

You know all my soldiers is ready

Benjis on benjis is heavy

Man, benjis on benjis is heavy

I’d never sell my soul for the dough

Let them know

I’d never sell my soul for the dough

Let them know

I’d never sell my soul for the dough

Let them know

I’d never sell my soul for the dough

Let them know