Cashie - Bad influence [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Bad influence

(Verse 1)
Young nigga tired being the bear of all jokes Said he all done with Being dead broke No more going to school with holes in his coat No more looking at God and preying for hope he called his old head and asked him where he at he said he need his help can he front him with a pack he told his oldhead that you won't regret it og said bet cool i got the message but i got a question what make you wanna trap he said im on the path and it ain't no turning back og said cool but you gotta watch ya ass alot of pigs in the yard alot of snakes in the grass when you in these streets its more like a jungle and when get up you gotta stay humble gotta go grind when you dont want to always come with money dont let money become you young nigga said i got it

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And i ain't being stuck up in the struggle much longer whatever dont kill me going make me stronger it feel so right but it couldn't be much wronger i dont really wanna do it bad Influence

(Verse 2)
Youngin just a product of a broken home enough weight on niggas shoulders gotta hold your own out here bussin traps of a mobile phone only thing we see only thing we known all alone trying improve your situation the streets is the only place that embrace us we dont wanna do wrong but they really make us its like a bad dream but we dont never wake up and this shit getting even darker this Generation need a hero no peter parker you can even ride the bench or be a starter you can go hard or even harder but its strange when the mother is being father cause he locked up never seen his daughter she got a pretty face but her Heart Scarred up she wanna do good but she dont even bother so she out her drinking she out here smoking she right here preying crying hoping for her to see her daddy and complete her family now wheres the Chronic her homegirl said she got it

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