Chestnut Drilla - Halfway [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Chestnut Drilla]
I do 10k on a bad day
I used to ditch on a half day
I pull up and give 'em the sad face
I had to stop doing shit halfway

[Chorus: Chestnut Drilla]
I do 10k on a bad day
I used to ditch on a half day
Pull up, give ’em the sad face
I had to stop doing shit half way
I told shorty meet me halfway
One hundred bros can meet me halfway
Throw one hundred in the gas tank
Go one hundred in the fast lane
I do 10k on a bad day
I used to ditch on a half day
Pull up, give 'em the sad face
I had to stop doing shit half way
I told shorty meet me halfway
One hundred bros can meet me halfway
Throw one hundred in the gas tank
Go one hundred in the fast lane

[Verse 1: Chestnut Drilla]
Stand up, judge finna read my verse, put me in handcuffs
Man one, they ain't even got no gun and got me on camera
Jammed up, apologize to my mama and to my fan club
Grandma, I damn near killed myself, I couldn’t kill [?]
Jammed up, commissary used to come through taste just like [?]
Like [?], judge kept giving me chances, but I ain't never take advantage
Ya man won, and need to get my bands up, [?]
Remember I had my [?], remember I got my van flipped
Almost got my mans killed, now I got them stands filled
I used to have my hands filled, Glock and pop with xan pills
Taking them trips to Danville, get higher than the gas bill
Remembering how that mask feel, pulled it off after my last drill
I'm remembering how that mask feel, I pulled it off after my last drill
I'm remembering how that mask feel, I pulled it off after my last drill

[Verse 2: Polo G]
Bitch free lil' stank, he like doing the dash, gone off a pill we start driving too fast
Put it in sport mode then step on the gas, don't give a fuck if you swerve till he crash
Came a long way from doing high speeds, now I'm out of traffic with chop n lil blast
Took a few flights to meet with some labels, we ain't trying to talk if it ain’t about the cash
I got my teachers supporting the music, I used to get kicked out for rapping in class
Used to post on the block, all day and all night till the police come through and then we get harassed
I had the blick and the roll in my stash, I came from nothing now I’m worth a bag
Run up that check and then I turnt up my swag, lil' nigga get to it but why is you mad
Where I come from we just take we don’t ask, If I go broke ima rob him as fast
Feel like Jim Carrey, this shit ain't get scary 'cause I'm a new person when I wear that mask
Run up on me and get put on yo ass, I guarantee you that day be yo last
These hollow tips, have ’em traveling time, 'cause once they hit him he gone to the past
Like a tsunami we wet up yo block, you better get out the way or get splashed
We don't like talking on site, we gone smash, you get bodied then put in the trash
I hang with them cobras, they will fuck you over, so I guess I'm cool wit' the snakes in the grass
If it come to it, hell yeah I'm still wit' it, but making it out is the number one task, aye