Children of the Night - Kids From Queens [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Remy Banks]
Right ear still ringing, yes niggas is still hatin'
Always wishing me the best but they don't wanna see me make it
Fake love, I don't condone it so I brush 'em to the side
Like I'm balding with no Rogaine, fans snortin' my lyrics
Like they doing lines of cocaine, get they hearts pumpin' faster
Reading every line like a novel, next chapter
And my legacy, catch me at a party smoking
Just a sip of Henessey, of course I'm repping Queens
And that's from now until infinity, remember that
Like a safe code, a vivid memory of when you used to sell o's
Building character to stable, when the time comes
I'll never fold, me and my lady just counting bank rolls
Got a runway Model rolling up the Cali- smoke
Sparking and put it on to the realest shit I ever wrote
And there you have it, the shit so majestic
Flow's so wild, it could never be called domestic

[Hook] 2x
Now why they hatin' on these Kids from Queens?
Huh? Because we killin' 'em, goddamn we killin' em

[Verse 2: Lansky Jones]
I'm lyrically a knockout, like never before
Like a glitch in Xbox, punch my hands through the wall
I'm Box rap act's fantastic gift, always on point
Like cactuses, write a 16 run the track
In some 90's AirMax's, place 'em by the door
I got that army of shoebox money under mattresses
Anything I gotta do, I'mma do, graduate top of my classes
This an uphill battle, no pacifist, word I'mma loose
I go to work like a father, it bothers you, no clue
Why it do, with everything I've earned I've had a lot to prove
Haters I've burned, earn homie, wait for your turn
I play these niggas like board games in commer's
Counting All Star niggas Converse like sneakers
Yo they boxed in, never seen the bloc, dead stalk
Common as a G.R., I got no words
I be like all courts, I think they better go soul search

[Hook] 2x

[Verse 3: Nasty Nigel]
I swear to god with all my might
I drink a case of 40's, go to your crib, and piss on site
Everybody wants a nigga with malice to plot against 'em
You prolly bring a wish on you, wishing for Armageddon
Middle fingers for fuckers who want it for performing
Remy yellin' "hit 'em guys," the feds swarming
Dislike button on YouTube, I take a shit
Inside of your food too, go vegetate like Fruit
You Corona bread, G.O.D., I wee wee
Dimes spent on A.C.T., love RV
Black and red leather attire, we be the wolf pack
We hear that wolf quack race of a father, chico
I'm with the black Puerto Ricans, barrio you creepin'
With niggas on the flip season
I can't fuck with your kind, breathing
Sock you in the mouth, try sneezing

[Hook 2x]