Текст песни Sore Losers (Russ) с переводом

Yeah

So many sore losers keep tryna talk to me

Y’all need to focus on winning, stop focusing on me

Yeah

Thirteen thousand in Portugal, that’s arena talk

You still on your Training Day, you Ethan Hawke

Rappers with your get rich quick scheme gimmicks

Instead of hating you should focus on your sixteenth minute

We are not side by side, ain’t no split-screen image

I’ma be around forever like a Springsteen ticket

I’m just bathing in success, yeah I rinse clean with it

I put my best foot forward like a Nowitzki pivot

I got blitzkrieg critics

They ain’t wastin' no time

But I ain’t wastin' no money, so I pay 'em no mind

That’s a lie, I be snappin'

That’s my fault, I’m adjustin' to people spreadin' lies about me

Just hatin' and judging

For the sake of discussion, in the hopes of some clout

Shit’s been stressful, I just need some pretty hoes with some mouth

Put my home in the South, 10K square feet

Name your favorite rappers now, let’s play «where's he?»

Probably chasin' a hit, probably lost in LA

Probably paying for likes, probably paying for plays

Probably owns a Corolla, but probably rents the Aventador

Business manager furious, like «What the fuck did you spend that for?»

Fuck y’all though, I’ma keep on winnin'

I got angels all around me, y’all can keep on sinnin'

'Cause ain’t no way y’all are fuckin' up my light light

I spent two million just on taxes, somethin' light light

In hindsight, I was right all along, life of a don

Writin' songs, all those hooks were a fight to get on

You gotta see it way before it happens, yes yes

I’ma be the greatest, I won’t settle for next best

Got your girl in her birthday suit, that’s best dressed

Plus she likes girls too like Ellen DeGeneres

First class Emirates that’s how I’m flyin'

SUVs on the tarmac, that’s how I’m arrivin'

Presidential treatment, ooh this life so good

White skin, they can’t believe that I got friends in the hood

I know the love songs and melodies throw y’all off

Don’t give a fuck about your face tats, we know y’all soft

People we know with face tats got them for a reason

You use them for the gang culture aesthetic, you reachin'

A lot of kids are poppin' xans and sippin' lean now

A lot of rappers using Instagram to teach how

A lot of kids OD’ed that you don’t read 'bout

'Cause they don’t follow rappers, they just follow fiends now

But I’m the bad guy for callin' it out

I come in clutch with the truth, y’all are stallin' it out

I only get in trouble when I say the truth

Which means you gettin' fed lies everyday, you fools

Do your research before you try and speak on my name

Rappers wearing CZs and leasing the chains

The beats classic, I amaze myself

I’m a boss, I’m a owner, yeah I pay myself

Fuck the capes of society, I saved myself

Even after all the millions bitch, I stayed myself

I still take my mom with me, Bugus still right here

New people think my buzz got here in a lightyear

Fuck y’all, this ain’t a Toy Story

I eat Nigerian, save some moimoi for me

Yeah, lot of y’all girls I coulda hit

But I’m the type to pass the pussy to stay home and cut a hit

Never fuck a chick at her house, she got exes

I just bought a crib, I got guns, I got exits

Cameras at the entrance

Try if you want to

Bugus told me, «God forbid they get you, I got you»

I’m an idol, people treat me like Billy

Singin' and rappin' goin' platinum, people treat me like Drizzy

Take the studio with me

Set up shop in the telly

I’ve watched a lot of rappers talk but then they flop like Belly

There ain’t shit you can tell me, you can save that shit

Fake convos before favors, I hate that shit

Yesterday turned down a 150,000

I ain’t trippin' 'bout it

I get that every week like allowance

From my independent catalog

Fuck these rec league rappers tryna battle 'Bron

Stay in your lane, this is big business

Move bitch, get back like Chris Bridges

I remember only sellin' like six tickets

Now I make the girls crazy like Sid Vicious

I coulda played it different, coulda silenced all my truths

Coulda buddied up with rappers for the sake of looking cool

But it’s not in me to be fake, I can’t do it

I can see through it, man this game is translucent

They twist the truth for the headline drama

Clicks create traffic, traffic creates dollars

The sheep believe it, they ain’t up on game yet

Smooth rides ain’t as fun to watch as trainwrecks (damn)

Controversy is currency, controversy is clout

That’s why my haters keep my name in their mouth

Y’all are hopeless, this is a decade of devotion

It’s hard to stop my movement when I’m already in motion

This ain’t luck, this is by design

I had to work in the dark for my light to shine

A lot of people are dope, they just quit too soon

A lot of rappers go broke, 'cause they got rich too soon (damn)

My confidence plus my success is just a mirror for some

It forces them to look around and see what they haven’t done

That’s a line for any hater, y’all are mad at yourselves

Judging every move I make, y’all distractin' yourselves

You could do this shit too if you wanted

But you would rather sit around and bitch and make comments

Oh well, suit yourself, be miserable

I’m country-hoppin' in a jet, that’s the visual

I saw this coming in my hoodie with the plaid flannel

I bet on myself, yeah I had to gamble

I feel like I’m half god, half mammal

Bitch I turned my life into the Travel Channel

I’m not home, I’m in Stockholm

With heated floors and the beds with the soft foam

It’s like clockwork watching sore losers poke their heads out

Every time I big myself up, they get stressed out

I’m the best out, yeah I said it

Self-made millionaire, you know what’s up with the credits

I’m the best out, yeah I said it

Self-made millionaire, you know what’s up with the credits

Bitch, yeah

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