AC MAC & Young Choppa - No Sleep [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by T-Mic Beats]

[Intro: AC MAC]
Ayyy, AC and Young Choppa, C4 entertainment
You know we about to blow, we about to take over
Fuck it. Man, I ain’t been to sleep in about 3 or 4 days
Tired as a bitch, but you know we grinding out here
Young Choppa, ay, let’s get it

[Hook 2x: Young Choppa]
I be on the grind, cause my family gotta eat
Popping pills and no doze, I ain’t never gotta sleep
I ain’t got no time to waste, not even a dime to waste
Money on my mind so you know that’s all I contemplate

[Verse 1: Young Choppa]
Money on my mind, paper on my thoughts
Shout out to my street niggas, pray to god you don’t get caught
From the bottom of the mat, straight up out the fucking [?]
Choppa came from the gutter, so gutter how I’m is
I’m gonna get it how I live, I’m gonna do the damn thang
Until I’m riding in the hummer and my brother in the reigns
Until the baddest bitches bopping and the money is not stopping
And them dom perignon bottles keep on fucking popping
Gotta do it with this rap, hope I do it with this rap
Cause I don’t want to go back to living life up in the trap
Hustling for a fucking dollar, hitting licks for a damn living
I done been there I done done that, I ain’t going back to prison
If you with it then amen, if you ain’t then fuck your life
I’m a bad mother "shut your mouth", nigga get it right
Put my money over bitches put my family over all
I’m gonna keep on repping ENT until the day we fall

[Hook: Young Choppa]

[Verse 2: AC MAC]
Realest realest rapping been about action since I was young
Grew up in the gutter with hustlers, that’s where I hung
Ecstasy what I slung, trap houses I slept in
I ain’t really see a future that I could invest in
Convicted without confession, I’m busting without protection
A product of poor decisions, the prisons is where I’m headed
Tattoos on my skin to remind me of all the battles
I got bitches on my dick, they trying to ride me like a saddle
I ain’t got no time for that, tell them hoes I’m busy bitch
I be on my grind, been about my business
Going for the gold, so victory what the vision is
Count a million in my mansion; yeah that’s what the mission is
Gotta feed the family, and maintain my sanity
Running in the race, but it ain’t nobody fast as me
You gone probably sprain some shit, not me I was made for this
Going for the gold, I’m gonna show you want impatience is

[Hook: Young Choppa]