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You don’t wanna go to war with a soldier
– Non vis ire bellum cum milite
You don’t wanna go to war with a soldier
– Non vis ire bellum cum milite
You don’t wanna go to war with a soldier
– Non vis ire bellum cum milite
You don’t wanna go to war with a soldier
– Non vis ire bellum cum milite
There’s more to life than just fuckin’ workin’, bro (They thought I was dead)
– Illic ‘magis ad vitam quam fuckin ‘workin’, bro (putaverunt me mortuum esse)
Okay, bitch, I’ve been trapped in the zoo
– Bene, canis, ego iam capti in saepti ferarum
Nigga got plaques like the crack of a tooth (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
– Nigga surrexit sicut crepitum dente plaques (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I need some space like the back of a coupe
– Mihi opus est aliquo spatio sicut dorsum coufe
I’m tryna magic wand, I’m tryna poof, so (They thought I was dead)
– Magia-ita est, et per quae introducimur in tempore desideravit, in fine cujusdam actio.
Grab the blammer (Hmm), fuck all the glitz and the glamour (Hmm)
– Capto blammer (Hmm), irrumabo omnes glitz et fulgor (Hmm)
I want a crib in Atlanta, brodie, me and my bitch in your Pampers (Hmm)
– Spero nos moveat saltem Atlanta, brodie, me et canem meum in Pampers (Hmm)
Them niggas thought I was dead (Hmm)
– Nil erat in loculis (Hmm)
Them niggas thought I was dead (You ain’t gon’ see me)
– Nichil me mortuum putavit (non tu me vides)
You niggas thought I was dead (Nigga, no way)
– Nichil erat mortuus, Nec mors.
You niggas thought I was dead (I turned to a ghost)
– Tu niggas putavit me mortuum esse (conversus sum ad spiritum)
Them niggas thought I was dead (I’m over this shit)
– Nichil putabam me mortuum esse (super hoc stercore sum)
Them niggas thought I was dead (I’m over this shit)
– Nichil putabam me mortuum esse (super hoc stercore sum)
(They thought I was dead, dead)
– (Putabant et fui mortuus, mortuus)
Them niggas thought I was dead
– Nil erat in loculis
Them niggas thought I was dead
– Nil erat in loculis
You niggas thought I was dead
– Non me mortuam dices
You niggas thought I was dead
– Non me mortuam dices
Niggas thought I was dead
– Nil erat in loculis
Them niggas thought I was dead
– Nil erat in loculis
You niggas thought I was dead
– Non me mortuam dices
You niggas thought I was dead
– Non me mortuam dices
Get love in the hood, but I must leave (Yeah)
– Amorem in cucullo posside, sed relinquere oportet (Yeah)
Born way in the hills where they can’t see (Can’t see)
– Nascitur in collibus ubi videre non possunt(videre non possunt)
Swear I burned twenty M’s, 2018 (Yeah)
– Jure columna, quae subverti non potest 2018 (Yeah)
Like I play for the Bills, goin’ OD (They thought I was dead)
– Sicut ego ludere Ad Laoreet, goin ‘ OD (putaverunt me mortuum esse)
Niggas tend to get rich and they act weird (Weird)
– Niggas tendunt ad divites et agunt fatum (Fatum)
How you welcome at the party with your butt pierced? (Come on)
– Quomodo receperint ad convivium cum petat pupugerunt? (Veni)
Shit, I’d rather play golf ’til the check clear (Yeah)
– – Discere, quomodo ad ludere golf ‘ usque ad reprehendo patet (Yeah)
Niggas turn thirty-five, now they out here (They thought I was dead)
– Niggas convertere triginta quinque, nunc hic egrediuntur (putaverunt me mortuum esse)
Nigga, Rolls or the Royce? Tryna program
– Rosas?flores? Tryna programma
I was really outside with the dope man
– Ego eram vere foris dope apud hominem
Now I really got M’s, nigga, no chance
– Nunc ego vere Got M ‘ s, nigga, nullus casu
I don’t wanna be seen in your bromance, hmm
– Ego non videbo morientem in corde tuo, hmm
Packed in, goddamn, that dream
– Interl. / id est, de somno suo
Never seen a nigga with a fuckin’ cap game (They thought I was)
– Numquam vidi a nigga cum fuckin ‘ cap ludum (Quod cogitavi eram)
If a nigga think he gon’ get blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt me
– Si nichil credi potest ‘ get blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt mihi
Them niggas thought I was dead (Yeah)
– Nil erat in loculis (vel
Them niggas thought I was dead
– Nil erat in loculis
These niggas thought I was dead (They thought that I was dead)
– Haec niggas putavit me mortuum esse (Putaverunt me mortuum esse)
These niggas thought I was dead (They thought that I was dead)
– Haec niggas putavit me mortuum esse (Putaverunt me mortuum esse)
Niggas thought I was dead (I was dead)
– Niggas putavit me mortuum esse (mortuus eram)
Niggas thought I was dead (Woah, woah)
– Nil putabam me mortuum esse (woah, woah)
You niggas thought I was dead (Dead)
– Nil putabam me mortuum esse (Mortuum)
Them niggas thought I was dead (They thought I was dead)
– Nichil [[?]] iam dolet qui hanc [[patitui]] iniuriam.
I don’t wanna be found, I don’t wanna be down
– Ego non volo inveniri, non volo esse deorsum
I don’t wanna be found, I don’t wanna be down
– Ego non volo inveniri, non volo esse deorsum
I don’t wanna be found, I don’t wanna be down (Oh, you know Tyler and his tone)
– Nolo inveniri, non volo esse deorsum (O tyler et eius sono scis)
I don’t wanna be found, I don’t wanna be down (I’m so sick of these niggas, they don’t know you, fuck you)
– Nolo inveniri, non volo esse deorsum (im ‘ sic infirmum ex illis niggas, nescio vos xvi pedicabo vobis)
White boys mockin’ this shit and y’all mad at me? Y’all can suck my dick (Suck my dick)
– Alba pueros mockin ‘ ego si essem tuo loco, scirem, quid facerem. Y ‘ all potest sugere irrumabo (Sugere irrumabo)
Pull up old tweets, pull up old t-shirts, all that, I’ll moonwalk over that bitch (Hee-hee)
– Sursum trahere vetus tweets, sursum trahere vetus t-shirts, omnia quae ego lunae walk super quod canis (Hee-hee)
See, T changed like the ‘fit got dirty
– Vide, T mutata sicut ‘ fit sordida obtinuit
I was young man, then a nigga hit thirty
– Eram iuvenis, tunc a nigga ledo triginta
I was one mil’, then a nigga hit thirty
– Ego autem mille’, tunc a nigga ledo triginta
Bitch, you ain’t Coco Gauff, you can’t serve me
– Et hoc, quia Non Puto Tibi Servire, non potes mihi
Anti-what? Hm, yeah, right
– Anti-quid? Ha ha ha.
Niggas runnin’ they mouth, keep it airtight
– Nichil [[?]] iam dolet qui se abscondit, se custodiat airtight
I’ma crash shit out ’til my hair white
– Im ‘ fragore stercore e ‘donec capillus albus
I got too much drive, I’m a terabyte
– Ego got nimium coegi, ego sum terabyte
I got a big ol’ head, I ain’t like these niggas
– Ego got a magnus ol ‘ caput, non sicut haec niggas
Uh-uh, don’t put me with these niggas
– Uh-uh, non posuit mihi haec niggas
I don’t haha, keke with these niggas
– Ego non sum, qui te esse noluerim
Loiter Squad, baby, I don’t be with these niggas
– Squad Manipulus, infantem, non esse cum illis niggas
Same boys with me since back, back then
– Isti sunt qui mecum recedunt, et
Everything I said I’d do, I did (True story)
– Tutto diventa vecchio, forse anch ‘ io
Talk my shit? I sure damn will
– Cur dedignando nos fastidis? Ego certus damnare voluntatem
You ain’t like that shit? I’s do it again
– Cur amas haec lingua? Ego faciam illud
5 in the morning, I be hatin’ on shit
– 5 ad matutinas inv adoremus deum quia ipse fecit nos
10 in the evening, I be hatin’ on shit
– 10 et factum est vespere, et non erit hatin ‘ in stercore
Ten years later, mighta changed my mind
– Decem annis post, missa mentem meam mutavit
I’m a fake-ass bitch, don’t kill me
– Fictus sum canis asinus, noli me occidere
I’m a hypocrite, ain’t real, ain’t really
– Si realitas esset, ille, cui deesset, non foret deus,
I’m a big troll, haha, I’m silly (I’m silly)
– Ego sum magnus troglodytarum, haha, im’ inepta (im ‘ inepta)
Fuck you know about being better than them niggas that you hate?
– Tu scis te esse melius quam xvi pedicabo eos omnis qui odio.
You ain’t good at shit, you can’t feel me
– Non est in te boni ut tu mihi sentis
Talk you a one-trick goat, I’m billy
– Loquere tibi unum dolum caprae, ego billy
Shout out papa, he for real (Yeah)
– Exclamavit pater, ipse enim verus (Yeah)
Don’t test V, he pop for real (Don’t bother)
– Noli temptare V, ille pop pro reali (nolite vexare)
Had to call him like stop and chill, look
– Eum vocare debebat sicut sistendum et frigidum, aspice
I tries to be out the way
– Ego conatur ad esse extra viam
I like the farm with the lake, I like some truth in my space
– Mihi placet villam cum lacu, mihi placet aliquam veritatem in spatio meo
Y’all niggas friendly and fake
– Nil esse amicitiae et falsae
“That’s big bro,” how, when y’all met yesterday?
– “Quod suus’ magnus bro, “quomodo, cum y’ occurrit heri?
This feel Planet of the Apes
– Hoc sentit Planeta Simiarum
Why am I filled with this hate? Got freedom in every way
– Quid mihi hunc odium repleti sunt? Libertatem omni modo obtinuit
Y’all wanna take what I got, but y’all do not got what it take
– Et quod ego volo accipere, sed non obtinuit y ‘ quod accipere
I don’t wanna be found, ya ho
– Nescio, pan
I don’t wanna be down, ya ho
– No pasa nada … esto, me tengo que ir
I don’t like comin’ around, ya ho
– Non placet deo, quia
I will not knock-knock at your door
– Et non apparebit circa illam omnino in perpetuo.
Just me, that’s what I said
– Et hoc est quod dicit
Trav, these niggas is fed
– Et hoc est quod nigrum est nutrire
Me, I’m overhead
– Me, me inpulsore,
These niggas thought I was dead
– Haec niggas putavit me mortuum
