Translation of the song lyrics Space Shit - Yulian

Space Shit (original)

Mafia the creator
Yeah!
Hoy
La codeina me tiene en limba
Recibiendo el pack
Mis canciones pa esto little nigga son lineas de crack (straight up!)
Mucho bla bla bla me llenan el chat
La backpack yo tengo atrás repleta de sueño que tu mala la envidia me la puede
borra
Somos creadores de contenido, tu contenido esta muy atrás
Duele mi cabeza de tanto contar, rompemos la regla
Seguimos el legado como lo hace Biggie soy un 2Pac
El carro a lo nascar haciendo zigzag
Al ziploc no le caben mas de la high space
Gang gang, cual es tu gang oyendo Wu-tang Clan
Muy agresivo, la cartera lleno de explosivo
Dime donde tan?
que yo no lo veo, me paso el día con el mafioso en el
laboratorio desde los inicios cocinando esto somos meritorios
Me sobran los clavo en el dormitorio
No hablen de mi gente, esquiva tu velorio tamo en otro rollo los true religion
se me nota el bollo
Ahora tamo bien, nos sobran las putas y los billetes de 100
Real quick por eso no me ven, con diamante son toa' mia chains
Nigga goddamn, la maldad te corre por la piel, solo ven si tu quiere probar
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
No me tira si quiere ver, tu estilo nuevo pa mi son de ayer
problema y sapo lo miro junto bajo la Cartier
Camino a la cima no voy a perder
Un par de overdose antes de amanecer
Todo diciendo «no puede ser» porque su odio me hizo avanzar me hizo crecer
Ganar poder, donde yo vivo parece un cartel
Te doy empleo por el trap phone, los mensaje al cell
Real nigga como de scarface, cuando yo prendo salgo del space
Alto como Drake cuando esta en la seis (6ix)
En el siento yo tengo una A. K
Pero no caben todo lo palo pa borrar tu face
Straight up
Mucha pastilla adentro del club
Mucho draco, mucha plug
Mucho morado, mucho syrup, mucha ganga, mucho trini, mucho crip, mucho blood

Space Shit (translation)

mafia the creator
Yeah!
Today
Codeine has me in limba
Receiving the pack
My songs for this little nigga are crack lines (straight up!)
A lot of blah blah blah they fill my chat
The backpack I have behind full of sleep that your bad envy can me
delete
We are content creators, your content is far behind
My head hurts from counting so much, we break the rule
We carry on the legacy like Biggie does I'm a 2Pac
The Nascar-style car doing zigzag
The ziploc does not fit more than the high space
Gang gang, what's your gang listening Wu-tang Clan
Very aggressive, the portfolio full of explosive
tell me where so?
I don't see it, I spend the day with the gangster in the
laboratory from the beginning cooking this we are meritorious
I have too many nails in the bedroom
Do not talk about my people, dodge your wake we are in another roll the true religion
my bun shows
Now we are fine, we have plenty of whores and 100 bills
Real quick that's why they don't see me, with diamonds they are all my chains
Nigga goddamn, evil runs through your skin, only come if you want to try
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
He doesn't shoot me if he wants to see, your new style for me is from yesterday
problem and toad I look at it together under the Cartier
On my way to the top I won't lose
A couple of overdose before dawn
All saying "it can't be" because her hate of her made me move forward made me grow
Gain power, where I live looks like a billboard
I give you a job by the trap phone, the messages to the cell
Real nigga like scarface, when I turn on I go out of space
High as Drake when he in the six (6ix)
In the sit I have an A.K
But they don't fit all the stick to erase your face
straight up
Lots of pills inside the club
A lot of draco, a lot of plug
A lot of purple, a lot of syrup, a lot of bargain, a lot of trini, a lot of crip, a lot of blood