Bravioso - Real Nigga Walk It [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
(LA)
Bompton, Crenshaw, Inglewood, Baldwin Hills, Valley
Everybody (YEAH)

[[Verse 1: Bravioso]]
LA is my playground, Bitch niggas lay down
Used to be the drugs, Now the money in my face now
Fake friends, fake smiles, Model bitches from paramount
The devil on my back, That's the last thing I'm worried bout
Snap Back, Heavy dub sacks, Now watch me serve'em out
Get it from the source, South Central word of mouth
Gotta Spanish broad, So I'm bool with them eses
Cremate my body, Light me up like purple haze
You can have today, I am the future, Ya'll yesterday
Run this game, Till I'm the champ, He keep telling me
Radio king, A billion in green, Destiny
I keep shooting for all of my people suffering
So the aim is great (pop), Million dollar face (pop)
If I can have a life time of God gift I'm straight
You know its me, Start running when the ground shake
I love this planet but more room to shine in outer space

[Hook]
I'm straight
Money ain't a thing
History I'm coming But The present in the way
Life may fade
But The memories stay
Like A picture in my brain
So I never look down
Roll'em back to back
Write my title on the clouds
Reach into your pocket, Put your money in your mouth
I'm keep shooting till the clip runs out
Point into the crowd, My time is now

[[Verse 2: Bravioso]]
(hahahaha)
(Verse 2)
(Yeah Bitch)
Air full of kush, Camera lights flashing
Tread light whenever moments full of action
Prepared for the fast life, Seat belt fastened
Trip off this game but the monies where I'm landing
Super hero swag, Call me Mr. Outstanding
Suffocate wit money because the money I'mma drown in
Me and Pops bagging weed, Making brownies from the trim
Is it time to go in, It's time to crown him, KING
Bitch I'm, Floating in the ring
One shot Bow (Gunshot)
Second Shot (Gunshot) Fat lady sings
I, Bob and I weave
Watch the future rain supreme
Yeah
Money ain't a thing
Yeah
Top down in the rain
Yeah
I float off the brink of the planet, Ya'll sink
I roll'em back to back
Fat like, Coins from a bank
Drink, Drink, Drink
Let It Go and Start Chugging
Smoke, Smoke, Smoke
Fat Joints by the dozens
I'm Good

[Hook]
I'm straight
Money ain't a thing
History I'm coming But The present in the way
Life may fade
But The memories stay
Like A picture in my brain
So I never look down
Roll'em back to back
Write my title on the clouds
Reach into your pocket, Put your money in your mouth
I'm keep shooting till the clip runs out
Point into the crowd, My time is now