Текст песни: parents + перевод

He always had some game for us you feel me

Even if you couldn’t understand what the nigga was saying half the time

Yep, foreal, Hold Up

Hook:

Niggas. Got me. Twisted

I flood

Wrists. Take y’all. Bitches

This is…

Whip it ship it in a glass hoe

Give these niggas what they ask for

Street nigga blame my past hoe

Respect is something imma blast for like (baow)

That way. Hang with. Dread heads

Gunplay

Head shots. Toupee. Niggas

Need pay

Just wanna whip and big chain

Been picking cotton for balmain

Got in the house seen everything

Pops got me my whip and chain

Pops I know ain’t giving a fuck about me

And mama you resent me

‘cause pop took me to pick cotton

You know I need those new jeans

Pop took me to get the bag

Gave me guns told me get mad

Watch thorns they’ll hurt your progress

Trying to escape will be your greatest conquest

Trying, cuz if I’m lying I’m dying pop will kill me for trying to get smart

Trying to run away

And Trying to get heart

They gon give lashes not a nail shop

Sell you cheap like a mom and pop

It’s more coming at 4 o’clock

Piled up with the kids on top

Like cherries

But just a little stranger

It’s just a little danger

The blood will really stain you

Never show ya anger

They don’t like that

They gon fight that

They gon give your ass Jesus

How we gon fight that? (How)

Hook:

Mama you don’t really care

You let pop drive Silk Road

Pull up on you all big and bold

And take us awaaaaaaaaay

We never seen you again

We never seen our friends

Tried to tell Pop imma king

But he didn’t believe me then (nah, damn)

Asked for all of my gold

Got shackles on my wrist

Made of steel

If I steal imma lose a hand for real

Man I should Really chill

That’s a good idea

Stay alive that’s a good idea

Mama coming she gon make him feel

All the pain from my people killed

But you never came

Welfare checks on my brain

He don’t like when I’m out my lane

But he love all those big asses

Coming straight from the motherland

I got some little brothers

But they hair straight

And they here straight

And They live in the big house

And They all call me big mouth

Talk too much for my own good

A tree gon hold me up real good

You know what’s funny

You thought I was living the life the whole time

My whole life been a fucking grind

I didn’t know you was fucking blind

(Damn, yea yea yea yea)

Hook:

Outro:

Niggas. Got me. Twisted

I flood

Wrists. Take y’all. Bitches

This is…

Whip it ship it in a glass hoe

Give these niggas what they ask for

Street nigga blame my past hoe

Respect is something imma blast for like…