Текст песни No More Announcements (Monty C. Benjamin) с переводом

You know they say the game

Is to be sold not told right?

And the way these niggas

Jocking the swag we should be

Millionaires by now

We just gone charge that shit to the game

And boss up

That’s just the rules to living the

Livest livestyle you heard?

THE LIVEST

The new era pussy ain’t no snappin back no cap

I feel like doughboy hit the lights and hit the latch

Ya momma crying on that plastic couch in fact

She ain’t from the nati it don’t matter scrap she gone be in this blackowned

blackowned black

Y’all sound like Atlanta the city lost in fact

The nati Atlantis the city lost in fact

Sheeeeeeeeesh

Pull up wit my niggas black panther deep

And marvel at the fact they putting arms to our chest and wondering why we

still off in the street

WAKANDA NIGGA DID YOU THOUGHT I OUTTA BE WAKANDA NIGGA DID YOU THOUGHT IT MAKE

ME BE

And Mama named me Evan made the fucking beat he made a fucking key i break it

quarters half’s and o’s and flood the streets

I’m out here nigga setting goals let’s get it g

Fuck these hoes jay protect ya energy

Do it for my auntie

Chrys dre the fam

Out here catching wreck that’s a dash cam

Homies tell me like stay true my man

Bitches hype ya head like you da man

Looked like a lay up off the glass rite to ya man

Then they pull up like

Yu da man yu da man

First off I ain’t een bout to play wit chu

You made ya bed and ya dogs gone lay wit chu/

By association they ain’t even have to say it wit chu

Cuz you be purpin they be hypin now that’s they issue/

But no need to pardon my lingo

I been that nigga since leggo my eggo

Was poppin n faygos was day old/

When shooters yo family ain’t no need for payroll

Breathe…

Time tickin our time different

Our mind different

I get to the money you hoe searching

We grind different

I’m diagnosed with sick flows

I got that shit I’m positi-

That’s over they heads it’s ok

You need a bag for this rap crash we in

And he ain’t saved by that car dash he in

No OJ/

Hold up so i ain’t top 5 with the shit

Yeah ok/ now we gone talk about how you’re fucked

— that's 4 play/ check the dialogue/

You hella funny

And now you got a nigga with attitude to ride along/

Should I slow it down

No fuck it they gotta ride along/

Circle so small I talk to myself n ride alone/

I do it so easy they can’t stand the shit/

I’m crazy wit the bars my rap book is anger management/

I rather swing door drama don’t make me handle it/

My wit strong I bring flame ima candle Lit/

Did y’all think this was

Any thing other than

Me reaping the

Benefits

Of keeping it G as fuck

Two mouths on my dick

And ah decent lunch

Obscenities at the lames

Not keeping up

Rear view

Only thing that’s seeing us

And even then

I ain’t looking at backing up

I’m in my bag

And when I’m talking

I bag it up

Bitch bad as fuck

Whip fast

Chips coming fast as fuck

They ain’t had enough

Now she taking all ah dis

Naked in the cribb

Shaking like a Pitt

See ah Gs M O

Is never faking all of This

Scratch me up

Just cuz I’m making all ah this

Set the bar

And only I above the rim

Performing

Writing piff

No guy

As high as him

We ride

So have God on yo side

If I’m against

That’s realer than

You bait switch

And still won’t reel it in

You fake and flip

I justi might Killa man

If it’s tossed up

I play Killa man

Yo bitch draws stuck on the ceiling fan

And dam you still a fan

And damn I might kill. again

Den Play with her clit with my healing hands

I’m a God

Im a Goat

Ima million

Fuck cash this the road I take

Speed fast in bucket ay

Police crash say fuck it ay

Ugly but my swooties love my face

I’m just here to change the infrastructure

It ain’t nothing

Press my buttons

You make it something

I’m just tryna blow a 8th or something

Take this henn to the face or some

Grab a Swooty by the waist or summ

I ain’t the type you can replace wit nothing

Is you saying something

If speaking on me

Say it wit ya chest

Nigga we ain’t homies

Ain’t exchanging threats

But you can make a bet

You gon pay respects

Only one of us gon die tho

Only one of us gon survive tho

Both of us gon try tho

I see the fear in your eyes tho

Peace god

Tryna defeat the odds

Nigga when you hear me speak applaud

Fuck a weak facade

Need a bih wit a Visa card

Shit I might buy a cheap farrarri

Buy a crib wit a decent yard

And you know I gotta feed my dawgs

Put some gold on my teeth for sure

Nigga we the stars

You want smoke then speak ya peace wit god

Action

Every freestyle

Be so impressive

Man I live my life

Like it’s a motion picture

Niggas drop names like the end

Credits

I ain’t clout chasing

I’m just out pacing

I been ass kicking

I been chin checking

Building rep

Did it for the set set

But wasn’t bench pressing

Ok let’s get it

Uh best the ever heard

That’s for effing show

Heartbeat of the town

Go and check the scope

Knock the target down

Niggas better know

What the difference is

This a legend bro

Album bout to drop

Hope you get a boat

When the shit release

It’s gone flood a coast

Last to set the tone

Just expect a show

Yeah the fight is fixed

Every record broke

Why y’all start em up?

This is not a drill

He just got the tools

And ain’t got a chill

Temper bout build

Can you calm him down?

No more bright ideas

He been blacking out

Uh

This is what the city needed

I promise

Benji Benji Bitch I’m leading

I got it

They ain’t foot the bill

But they out of pocket

Let’s switch up the topic on niggas

Look

Dre knew when

He made the call

I’d Show up

Quick to draw

Bobby Ross

Laura Croft

Problem solved

Let’s explain

Start with pens

End with chalk

I don’t write

I recall

Then take off

Kill the song

You wouldn’t wanna remix this dog

Niggas won’t exist at all

No more announcements at all

God