Текст песни 5002-0 (Cassidy) с переводом

Bul, before I dim your lights and end your life attempting to fend your life

It’s punches when I write like the paper and pen was in a fight

All I do is win in life, I got to rub it in like shampoo

You not gon' do good in here, you wasn’t conditioned right

Listen, I played my position right, I’m from the slum

I brought his daughter up ‘cause y’all thought this bul was tough

Yeah I brought her up ‘cause this bul nut, I ain’t come for fun

It’s two reasons why I don’t give a fuck, so listen up

I brought a gun, the strap on my waist not a cummberbund

I’ll pull it out and wet shit up if I’m pissed, that’s number one

You was young and dumb, as a younging, I wasn’t dumb as you

If you move, bow, I’m with the shit, that’s number two

Assholes get bullet or stab holes, I brung a crew

Ahead to make you fall off track like hoes bundles do

You Da Animal, is you from the jungle or from the zoo?

The gun I brung for you make your guts fly, stomach flu

I could rap and can rumble too, who think this guy a factor?

I flame and gassed up, it’s a fucking fire hazard

I with born with the name, BARS, I’ma die a rapper

I buy tobacco and light up loud, firecracker

The dro I smoke, it cause scoliosis

It got me twisted, prescription will straight backs, I’m a chiropractor

The feds got me fed up, fuck the wire tappers

I’m the guy that rather live life angry than die in laughter

If you the guy I’m after, of course, I’ma spark the shot

Get caught in the parking lot, leave a corpse in your parking spot

Pop! Dog, you’re not in my pedigree, you’re obsessed with me

Ever since you net with me, you could stop sweating me

You definitely cannot mess with me and I’m so convinced

You never raced in a Wraith, you never drove a Benz

Fuck all the dough you spent, yo, against Conceited, you with sweaty

How you bought Burberry but no deodorant?

And how you got them so convinced using gun bars

With a juvy gun charge, no homicides and no attempts?

You never had to fight a case and build no defense

Facing doing life upstage and you still showed your strength

It’s so intense, they’re recommending a deal

‘Cause they got witness, codefendants is beginning to squeal

You rather snitch, I rather win on appeal

Your parents knew they had a bitch before your birth the first gender reveal

I still don’t know how being feminine feel, I grew up different

Went from CO’s to PO’s holding the cup, pissing

My life a movie, I’m cut different, director’s edit

Act up, I’ll shoot and make a scene, no director’s credit

It’s extra hectic you’re locked in jail ‘til you’re out of jail

I was stressed the second I got to jail when they locked the cell

You never got the cell powder smell and gun powder smell

Plus you’re washed up, it’s a clean body, shower gel

I could smell you ain’t got the «fresh out the shower» smell

You got that «been in the gym for a couple hours» smell

I got that «OG kush mixed with the sour» smell

The smoke in your building been bush since when the Towers fell

My buddy got shot, on top of his grave, flowers fell

Buddy in the box and he can’t tell how the flowers smell

But I could that you cats pretending

You ain’t got a pistol with you, I’ll pistolwhip you ‘til the ratchet bending

Cats act like they’re actually winning but actually women

This verse nuts and this jerk suck, happy ending

If we scrap, I’m winning, a nigga could box

But you know how I roll, ratchet when the triggers will pop

You ever heard a bitch nigga get shot

And the way that man yell, you can’t tell if it’s a nigga or not?

These snakes cold-blooded even if the temperature hot

So keep your heat before they make your body temperature drop

They got time, they’re taking risks like a Switzerland watch

Sticking sweet niggas up, fuck an insulin shot

You’re diabetic? What symptoms you got?

‘Cause the guys that make sure you die will be these niggas sent to your spot

If I spend a couple bands, you’ll get instantly rocked

They buy drums and play with sticks but they don’t instrument shop

If I don’t know what type intensions you got, I can’t trust you

Ask Smack, a punch you want, a backhand or the damn knuckles

I hand-to-hand hustle, push weight from the damn muscle

Rubberband man, on that type tip, ‘cause I can’t struggle

I had yayo to grind, now I own a clothing line

If I could sell a ki, I could see a tee, I grand hustle

My fam hustle, we got lawyers, fuck it

I keep two tiny ratchets I name Monica and LeToya Luckett

The boys I fuck with will grip the toast

And if they’re ever in the bing, they’ll never sing, but on a different note

They’ll get you smoked like the weed man

They’ll start to spray out the blue and you’ll get aired like the Febreeze can

You need bands ‘cause all the stuff in the mall cost

I need land, I want to know how much the whole mall cost

Bitch, you ain’t gon' do shit but tip the law off

Snitch call the law, then erase the shit out your car alarm

But forget the law, dog

This thing on my waist will still ring even if I switch my income and calls off

Charles, I knew you failed, nigga

You talk your shit, but when you start to spit, I smell a doodoo smell, nigga

I heard when you was Nunu Nellz nigga

She sticked a finger in your butt, your doodoo under Nunu nails, nigga

And you could tell niggas try to fake it to win

Hydro got my eyes low, no relation to Jin

You straight thug when you’re tasting your Hen

But a fake thug can taste blood, take slugs and never taste shit again

You make too many mistakes with the pen

You suffocate him ‘til he die suffocated again

Beasley told me that he need me on the stages again

To demonstrate how to bark niggas' faces again

If you’re a star, it’s hard making a friend

You shine, they look up in the galaxy to see the type of space that you’re in

They lied and said I had relations with men

Nah, I’m the guy that criticize the feminization of men

They’re spreading false information again, hating again

Making shit up to discredit my reputation again

Niggas claim to be homophobic but then believe the story when a homo told it

This an easy case to defend

Man, a tran got to fake it to win

I’ve been straight like 6 o’clock, we’re not gon' have this conversation again

I’m rapped out, I doubt he know the situation he in

He gon' rest in peace, get a wake but never wake up again

I couldn’t wait to see his face in the end

I just smoked Goodz, I’m ‘bout to smoke a wood, celebrating my win

And I’ll shoot your building up, Fornite

Front get lit up right from the door, code word: porch light

You owe child support, right? Why you looked bothered?

Let me find out my son, Goodz, is not a good father

Goodz, I should rob you, what type of man is you? I don’t sleep

I go OD, no Z’s ‘cause I’m an animal

I’m good with the hammer too, Goodz, fall in line

‘Fore the baldies and the nine be the next thing that cross your mind

‘Cause you crossed the like trying to frame Cass

I need apologies and get rocked with a bald head, Dame Dash

I’m quick to bust but never came fast

I’m fly, but they’re praying on my downfall, airplane crash

Your lame ass don’t want the business, man

You just run your mouth, but bitch, if the gun was out, you would’ve been to ran

I’ll grab the mag, once it’s in the hand

I’ll gun butt his mouth, y’all saw him biting ass on his Instagram

You been a fan, me and you the new Em and Stan

You was playing 2K in my van, remember, man?

I’ve been the man

All the money I made off trees, all the green I was stashing a box of

Timberlands

I send my boo, OT, you see the vision, man

I get a tan, on my toes still, I got a business plan

You lift the can and hold steel, better hold the steel like my dentist hand

You don’t know the drill, switch your dental plan

I ain’t finished, man, I could slap and punch or clap a bunch of toasters

Or I could poke you more than get in acupuncture

I never had a jumper, but I’ll shoot the tre

And I’m a great shot, you’ll get a face shot if you don’t move away

I’ll spot your truck, red dot your truck, let the cuatro bust

And leave hella shells in your whip like it’s a taco truck

I made your stock go up, little nigga

I ought to make your daughter mother swallow her brothers and little sisters

I call you a little nigga

‘Cause when I look in your eyes, I could see a whole lot of bitch and a little

nigga

So little nigga, just admit it, I’m dope, bitch, I’m the goat

And they heard the corny shit that you wrote

This just a couple more bars so you can know

You got killed, I’m 5002 and oh