7981 Kal - FTG [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: 7981 Kal]
All these cases got my brodie on a house arrest
Probably the reason why he's popping all them percocets
Fightin' to stay awake, I can't stop fuckin with the Adderall
Raw work, dishin', hit the guys off with no Minotaur
The situations I be spittin', this shit not a game
Know some mothers that lost their son and never been the same
All these medications in my blood so I can't feel the pain
District Attorney tryna put these numbers on me I can't feel the rain
Thank God I got away with all them unexpected chases
They say I'm gon' make it just stop picking up these cases
Thank God I overcame all them trial tribulations
They say I'm gon' make it just stop picking up these cases
Named shooters, It's different when you're shootin' for survival
Deadly competition, give no passes to my rivals
When you go and do a hit you gotta take responsibility
I don't care the situation, you can't leave no liability

[Pre-Chorus: 7981 Kal]
Grown up, we had to trap, get it the hard way
Mama always lurkin', stash the work out in the hallway
If you in the hood you gotta keep it on you always
Youngins tryna get a name and murk a nigga broad day

[Chorus: 7981 Kal]
So I keep a .30 on me, ain't no lackin' homie
Run up in the house, adjust your action, get to clappin' homie
Pistol action look like cameras flashin', ain't no papparazzi
I don't fuck with niggas that aren't gang, consider me a nazi

[Verse 2: Polo G]
Hoppin' out of foreigns now, we used to take the red line
I could put you on, just hit me back before that deadline
Heard them crackers on my ass, they want me doing fed time
Kill them when the whole hood love 'em it happens every time
It's mandatory, they let go some tears, if I shed mine
In this shit for clout, well I'll make sure you make the headlines
Guns blow, bodies get to droppin' once that lead flyin'
Bullets super hot, they bound to cook em, leave your mans fried
Know this shit is pointless, we keep fallin', who gon' stand up?
We sufferin' from hard times, and they don't understand us
Whole world just watching us crumble, but they ain't sayin' nothin'
We can't trust the police, niggas dying with they hands up
Angels watching over me, the devil on my shoulders
Ain't listen to them lectures, it sunk in when I got older
The block gon' love you back, man them streets will fuck you over
Seen some cold years I swear I lost so many soldiers

[Verse 3/Outro: 7981 Kal]
I done put on for the gang
I done put on for the gang
I done put on for the gang
Spin the block for the gang
Shoot a opp for the gang
Risk it all for the gang
I really lost brothers I ain't gon' see again
And they left behind people that really needed them
Some of my niggas got elbows, the state ain't freein them
It's still beef with them niggas, see em, we leavin em