Amir Obè - Detroit Cartier [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

It's so cold in the D, How the fuck do we ‘spose to keep peace
In the D (x4)

[Amir Obe]
I feel trouble brewin, I’m losing my manners, pooh got thehammer just came home from Atlanta
Used to diss his dreads and his accent
We passing through the east side robbing bitches for they glasses
Cartier when they goin' get paid ,well damn how we goin' split the profit
We probably get some bank for them
6,6,600 that's good enough, do it up at Fair Lane Mall
Took some ghetto broads to the store
Circle the movies for hours, after hours
It's still live, posted by a Benz like it's ours
Thomas had a corolla, nicknamed it rolly
My Rollie, nicknamed corona, it's stolen
Corona was 18 karat
Oh so I thought til it turned copper, oh now I'm embarrassed
Fuck it though we at the club 18 and under
First day of summer we leaving or what

Swear to god Ima die rich swear to god. x6

Uh
5 deep in Corolla, smoking weed sipping soda
Pray mom don't smell the odor
Them bum ass nikes got boring, cop guccis at Nordstroms
Mom asked me how you afford them
Uh
Early introduced me to Sean, he was on, signed to Kan
I'm kinda jealous, shout out to Sean
Chopped it up in his Impala, gave me tickets to his concert, came home promoted my songs
Fuck it, let's go stir up some beef
In the burbs disturbing peace, blasting music burning trees worthless pieces of shit, gripped a g in a week, copped Louis V some matching belt came next weekend, hit Fairlane mall the same evening
C-c-carties on
Niggas drove by bumping Blades, ice was on
Ran up on me, caught me slipping it hit me dead in the jaw
I'm sleepin
Woke up carties missing Louis missing sidekick missing
Lost sight of vision, left eye was dripping

Swear to god Ima die rich swear to god. x6