Текст песни: E for Enterlude (Satan's Soul Offer) + перевод

E for interlude and its true

It’s been a hard life cause I been a fool

Cutting up, chugging up, drugging up

Doing this and that and yet

None of that could fill me up

Went back to the mud that I came from

Had to get up the A, forget the fame bruh

Had the money, had the chains

It don’t mean nun mane, fake love

In the club, shits lame.

Man the devil tried to get me, count it twice

Two times hard he done tried my life

Bidding high for my soul, right price

Promised gold, and all the green I’d like

Nice clothes, bad hoes, and the like

So he thought, Kaceo for the go, Let’s try

Had tricks up his sleeve and mine

And tried fill my head up wit lies

Sent 2 of these Puerto Rican guys

They tried to tie they soul up in mine

See I had my eyes open, but was blind

They was draining all my energies waves and vibes

Had to cut em off

Just like sum vines

Satan, was really preying on me the whole time

But see I got God on my side day and night

So never going out with out a fight

Never say So, sold her soul not I

Ion care bout the music business, not I

Ion even want the fame, why lie

I’m just trying put some real music up on your mind

Instead of that brain wash main stream mess

And them lies on the tellie, that be y’all selling mess

Got ya telling y’all mess, all on the internet

But I digress, I won’t stress

I got Jesus, and He’s right on God’s left

Was finna quit but I got lyrics left

Ain’t, hit my prime yet, this not my best

Went thru, hard times, but its just a test

My adversary stayed at my neck, no rest

But I stayed prayed up, head Chin to chest.

Had to snatch leeches up off my back

Cell number still the same but my block list fat (yes)

E for interlude and its true

It’s been a hard life cause I been a fool

Cutting up, chugging up, drugging up

Doing this and that and yet

Nunna that could fill me up

Went back to the mud where I came from

Had to get up the A, forget the fame bruh

Had the money, had the chains

It don’t mean nun mane, fake love

In the club, its lame.

Now, wait a minute wait a whole long second

Went ghost on Twitter, lemme tell you what happen

Too many people talk but they really just cappin

Claim they doing this and that, but I see no action

Songs on the radio, deserve no clapping

Know just where I’m going, don’t need no mapping

This my God given talent, gift need no package

I just be rapping, cause rap’s my passion

Bout to drop HEIR but I start back tracking

Had to change up producer cause the last one lacking

Might drop this track, might drop all 7

But the fact still remain, yeen gotta mess wit me

Ima lose a few fans cause my content different

Ima gain a few foes cause my flow been wicked

Ion need no advice, this my life I’m living

And by God’s Grace, I’m legacy building

So, sold her soul not I

Ion care bout the music business, not I

Ion even want the fame, why lie

I’m just trying put some real music up on your mind

Instead of that brain wash main stream mess

And them lies on the tellie, that be y’all selling mess

Got ya telling y’all mess, all on the internet

But I digress

I won’t stress

I got Jesus, and He’s right on God’s left

Was finna quit but I lyrics left

Ain’t, hit my prime yet, this not my best

Went thru, hard times, but its just a test

My adversary stayed at my neck, no rest

But I stayed prayed up, head chin to chest.

Had to snatch leeches up off my back

Cell number still the same but my block list fat

Yes, E for interlude and its true

Been a hard life cause I been a fool

Cutting up, chugging up, drugging up

Doing this and that and yet

Nunna that could fill me up

Went back to the mud where I came from

Had to get up the A, forget the fame bruh

Had the money, had the chains

It don’t mean nun mane, fake love

In the club, shits lame.

Now, that I left, everybody tryna tell me comeback

For a track, for a sec

Talking down on my city, like I’m ain’t where its at

They dont even kno I’m off in Cali breaking bread

With the movers and shakers, movie making

Down Hollywood Blvd, riding round in expensive cars

Used to drive Uber, but I been blessed by the living God

So, I need no job

And its never been hard

When I’m caught off guard

I always spit bars, tight as a leotard

And I fear no man, so I fear no frauds

I still, go hard, when I’m ghost on y’all

Never need a push, when I can float on God

Sell this soul, is a NO, on God

He got full charge, and I’m no retard

Money, and cars, Won’t go to hell wit yall

Never say So, sold her soul not I

Ion care bout the music business, not I

Ion even want the fame, why lie

I’m just trying put some real music up on your mind

Instead of that brain wash main stream mess

And them lies on the tellie, that be y’all selling mess

Got ya telling y’all mess, all on the internet

But I digress, I won’t stress

I got Jesus, and He’s right on God’s left

Was finna quit but I lyrics left

Ain’t, hit my prime yet, this not my best

Went thru, hard times, but its just a test

My adversary stayed at my neck, no rest

But I just stayed prayed up, head chin to chest.

Had to snatch leeches up off my back

Cell number still the same but my block list fat

Yes, E for interlude and its true

Been a hard life cause I been a fool

Cutting up, chugging up, drugging up

Doing this and that and yet

Nunna that could fill me up

Went back to the mud where I came from

Had to get up the A, forget the fame bruh

Had the money, had the chains

It don’t mean nun mane, fake love

In the club, shits lame.