Buggs Tha Rocka - Skates (Prod. Sal Dali) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Iroc with them t tops/ dodging racist cops on my city block/ bet the world stop when my shyt drop/ risked it all for this hip-hop/ on a paper chase no pit stops/ on the road now to that top spot/ many road blocks but I can't stop/ doom album in my boom box/ hi - teknology on repeat/ them legends there paved a way 4 me/ showed a kid he can make it out them nati streets/ I'm at dinner table like lets feast/ paint a picture vivid I'm ar-Tist/ from ashtree to par-is/ I'm a rare keep/ standout amongst rap sheep/ go wolverine on any damn beat/ dreams so loud that i can't sleep/ now all my goals in arm reach/ come for the crown like that's all me/ this Gods work u gone no more than a army/ trying harm me/Or trying hold me/ back from getting where I'm going Cincinnati on my back nigga straight like that fall back

Hook (chopped & screwed): looking for the light, for the light, in them grey skies, fighting all these lows, all these lows, that's why we get high/ spent most my life, most my life just trying get by/ doing all I can/ all I can just to get right "weather that storm, gotta weather that storm, weather that storm x gotta weather that storm

2nd verse
Fake niggas keep hating on/ see me out never utter a word/show fake love, then get they skating on/ while ya switching teams/ we switch time zones/ Cali kush got my mind gone/ Been trill before the clothing line/ fuck niggas we don't co-sign/pay em no mind/ hard times create rap lines/ mama say I need baptized/ see the struggle all in our eyes/ no outlets but we still try/ to ink a deal or play ball/ where we from just to stay alive/ and make a way out/ started from the bottom 45 and a ounce/ now I look out/ and see a crowd bounce/ look like I took the right route/in my tragic kingdom had no doubts/ no plan B / from ghetto kid to God MC/ that be me/ amongst fuck shyt I remain G/ just hold on you'll soon see/ the truth from all this fake shyt/ leave earth quick in my space-ship/ take a few puffs and we take lift/ all in ya girls play-list/ from Cincinnati to crazy party's late night mingling with A-list/ now niggas trippen no luggage/ extra salty like fuck em Grammy night we in tuxes/we just out here tryna function/ what!!!

Hook repeats*