Based Demo - Jamal Washington [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
That's 550 for the ounce, drop 5 on it, flip it
Bring back the bounce, that's old money the way I grip it
I said I was labeled as gifted, just a fable, to some of yall
That's old news, new news, don't make the news, regardless of how we feel it
Targets to all the crippings
And you apes get bananas regardless of how you peeling
A nice way to park her truck in front of my house, I hate her
We just bums in the crowd, can't run and complain to the mayor
I preach for those who never had it, and brag about it
Keep the hood under their belt as they grow, they proud about it
Beef gets in the way, don't let it stress and get past you
They hungry for cheese and bread, young cats looking for fast food
They see us young and teach us, that packing 9 millimeters
Common colds around their shoulders, these niggas really packing fevers
Inferior to pigs, I know enemies fear us
Furious to everything, fearing they'll inferior us and break peace

[Hook]
Got a 40 on my lap, cigarette up on my lips
Reminiscing on the past, and forget the fact we kids
But that's old news
Got a date up on my shirt, memory of a friend
Another one got murked, well until we meet again
That's old news

[Verse 2]
I've been off em for a minute, minutes feel like hours
And the hours feel like a days, and the days are just a daze and I feel it
Getting closer and swallowing me whole, such a depressing stage
Pity is never given, but never asked for in the first place
Never spoke to God
Swallow my pride, and speak about it once, just let it go away
Please, I'm begging, knees bruised, eyes swollen, fucked up
Everything is fucked up, your gone, friends broken
Yeah you'll make you it
Keep writing, shit will get right and, and you'll you go right and

[Bridge]
I don't even know what piece I like most no more
Two fingers, two triggers, what's the difference?
We all gone die, we all gone die

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Said you had faith in the rook, never read a book but
Stay overbooked, always underdog but stays overlooked
Two left feet, two stepping with Satan, with a twenty two
In his pocket, and two thoughts on how to make it
Gangsters Easy Diploma, that's an easy decision
Never hit with precision, curved bullets missed him and told him
You're more than that, you're more in fact, you're more to me
Just a memory and figure of fallen G's
Fuck I can't speak
I been really thinking bout it and the though it makes me weak
Like how they your killer go and rest in the pen
While your pictures are framed and your mamma is crying to them
And your brother is out there late nights
Don't even fuck with us he just tryna get his play right
His brother wasn't there to get his face right, but now
He's out at with dubs just worried bout a pay night