254_Austin & Global Gleechie - Smoking With My Stylist [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Dear world
2Pac had a dream,Biggie had a dream
Mandela had a dream,Kenyatta had a dream(254.254)
Martin had a dream(R.I.P) TMC

[Verse 1:Global Gleechie]
Martin had a dream,Trayvon had a dream
Black people,we still struggling
Its so hard to see,sippin' Hennessy
Pourin' up drank,just to clear our minds
Blowing up clouds,this shit is over me
Hip-hop saved me,lets make a baby
With these melodies,lets call her Brenda
Hip-hop saved me,Dipset raised me
Harlem shaked me,Paid In Full me
(Free Max B)
Foreign currency,just to change the scene
In a foreign V,me and my lady
We both Gucci. She understands me
Trips to Italy,just to spend some cheese(balling)
Hip-hop saved me,with these harmonies
AMG my team. Gold Gang my squad. Squad...

[Verse 2: 254_Austin]
I look at my heroes and the all smiling
But i know behind closed doors the all cried
Even Jesus was God's son but he still died
So when faced with an obstacle hommie just fight
Looking up at the sky "Lord give me a sign"
I don't know if its there or am I just blind
All these questions and the answers I can't find
But one thing for certain,I'mma stay on my grind
Apart from these raps its money on my mind
Forget about the past we leaving that behind
Think of today,and what they see tomorrow
And live for today,you may not see tomorrow
No pity in the streets. A hustler can't borrow
Its a cold world if you didn't know
I'm trynna tell you the truth,this the true rap
The truest rap you'll hear out the 254
And that's a wrap nigga