Текст песни Midnight (The Sorority) с переводом

This is for the women who be askin bout the glory that we bask in

But when we don’t get our dues, they Nicki laughin

I dedicate this to the hella fellas and the compliments they tell us

But only in secret, they don’t want they homies getting jealous

For the ones who know the name and disrespect all the same

Thinkin it gon get you higher to us gods up in the game

Who be strokin pride and swallowing everything but their ego

Then talking shit about us to all our people, oh yea, we know

Asked to hear some real shit then took it to imposters

You ain’t tryna pay producers, know that streets is watchin

Joni Mitchell bet you think this song is all about you

Comin' for a bad bitch’s bag ain’t an option

Change ya name to Chris the way that everybody hate you

Even with ya co-sign we still don’t rate you

Lying on ya dick when a chick ain’t wanna date you

Calling her a bitch then what that make you?

Oh I see the type of sucka that you is

You try to judge another for the type of stuff you did

You tell the same old lies, act like it’s new shit

Stealing candy from a baby, on some «Fuck you, kid»

But don’t forget about what happened to Icarus, rest in peace

He was talking wild & reckless out in Socrates' streets

Chest high talkin wild bout how HE was the one

Til he learned, and got burned by the gatdamn sun

So the moral of the story is if YOU think you hot

Before ya wings get clipped and ya body get drop

And achelies get cut, and ya spleen get splattered

All that talkin you was talkin a minute ago ain’t matter

So dead the chitter chatter and stop fronting for the ‘gram

Or I’ll assume you don’t know just who the fuck I am

Cause Icarus thought he knew, but Gravity knew better

Ain’t no horsemen gonna put you back together

Pull up on a sucka like bow bow bow

Duck down

Squad pretty hittas ride sim-simma

Ride low key in a all black Bimma

Y’all know Keysh ain’t lookin for no beef

Mans in the street trynna teif Mera’s beats

Can’t afford a feat, homie whatchu mean

Until now we been super lowkey

That’s over

I need more beats I’m sober

Threats ain’t light li’l homie

And when it’s time to write, li’l homie

You betta step to the right li’l homie

Act right li’l homie, dead the hype li’l homie

Cuz I’m nice li’l homie

And i dont need a mic, li’l homie

But yo, I’ll end ya whole life, li’l homie

I’ll have you home before the street lights

Ya’ll dont really know me know me

And you could ask Brodie, brodie

I’m boasy boasy with the bars

Everybody else comin' at me subpar

And I wrote this right here in my car

So who wan war lil bih, mans in the comments

You ain’t got content; please stop talkin

And I can’t say that I ain’t see it coming

I aim to be above it

But you a lame and yeah that secret’s public

Poppin' like Thugger with a tweak of substance

Hot like the summer or a heated oven, I’m up you see I’m bubbling

You make me cry but I ain’t peeling onions

This crazy life is straight revealing dungeons

It’s scary, I’m so swayed I’m stealing pumpkins

My very sight is waived, I’m feeling punches

And yet I’m pacing but your heels are buckling

This pivotal structures a struggle, but I promise I’ll win

I will dip you in the lava every song that I sing

I commit to bringing drama to the jaw of my kin

Talking shit and do it often is a promise I bring

And though I don’t always do all the right things

I know you used to sucking dick — I don’t swallow my sins

Suppose I blew you off the corner with a Llama to brain

Just 'cause you rude and out of order with a toddler brain

I get it poppin in the popular lane

I have a third inside my ocular vein

It’s like you take me for a commoner, man

Bro I will break you down and twist you like an Oliver braid

You a snake, Mr. BOA, so imma constrict

You a slave to my poems and I am convinced

You wanna take my persona and Imma convict

Then Imma play my viola cause I am a bitch

Sad songs for sad people, you sad, brodie

You a sheep like mad people, that’s BAH-loney

They say the spot at the top, usually mad lonely

But we going, no matter what, Just ask Brodie

Sorority yes, sorority pledge

I mean I already cut you off, to me you’re already dead

You should leave it, you a comic, like illogical men

Paraplegic hope you down to lose an arm and a leg

Wonder if we’ll ever reach the pinnacle of rap

We was set up in the kitchen: «cut the AC in the back»

Tried to make it off the internet, pray that they were feeling it

Me and P decided we were making this a fact

Gyro or a pizza special every single day

And another record written and some other vocals laid

My relationship it suffered and my friends just went away

Now all my music bumping, but my health is getting drained

Now they hate me

Everybody judge me but they ain’t me

Flip a couple bars, make another hundred angry

Get up on the cypher and they dropping hate around me

Never could they argue that a bitch ain’t wavy

Pay me or give me all the time for the work back

Driving round Jane better duck when they spit facts

I be making songs that they love for the kickback

Now I’m in the States doing shows and the shit’s packed

God bless the 6, and the Coast and my brothers, man

December over everything, cold when the winter came

Eating off of Youtube money these boys are killing it

Got everybody in the city, hard in their feelings, man

Keysh

Yo, I would die for this shit

Fuck around and take a life for these kids, uh-uh, yea

Been this team for a long ass time, and I’mma work till we get our shine

Best believe that

Oh my my I don’t know

Why why why

Did I ever mess with you

Oh my my I don’t know

Why why why

You thought that you could play me (x2)