Chop - Money, Power, Respect [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
These niggas done forgot, huh?
I gave these niggas Loyalty Over Everything
I gave these niggas Legend, I gave these niggas One Deep
I made these niggas believe in Chop
Who the fuck is you? Feel me?
Niggas is retarded, man
I did this my own, by myself, by my own means
Silly, man

[Verse 1]
Came a long way from the bottom, underrated for my cadence
My brain is in an asylum, these beats done drove me crazy
Bitch, I go full-speed, no stoppin, cause ain't no broad gon' break me
Any nigga that's actin' wild, that blaow, cool 'em down like AC
Any no pussy up in my vein, no umbrellas up in my drank
This life, I took it in blood. y'all niggas still using paint
These niggas I ain't gon' trust, only nigga gon' keep me sane
While you gassin' bitches up, I'm putting matches to propane
Fired up, hittin' loud like firetrucks
And my presence on these songs be going hard like how I fuck
Everything I wanted, I work harder just to get it
I'm too focused on this money to be purposefully vindictive
Your own family starvin' and you worried 'bout some nigga
I had to teach myself that all bitches ain't women
Cause most these niggas soft, and most these niggas fraud
I don't pay these clowns attention, that's just time I can't afford

[Hook]
The money, the power, the power, respect
The money, the power, the power, respect
The money get the power, the power get respect
The power keep 'em straight, so they won't forget

[Verse 2]
And I swear to the most high, I be on my dough grind
I did this shit myself, imagine if I hadda cosign
Ain't nobody make me work, I did it on my own time
Niggas last rhymes ain't even fuckin' with my old rhymes
Jealousy's a muthafucka, so therefore I never hate
I rather slip in a bitch jaw and use the walls to renovate
Your whole squad's synthethic, fake, my tools Black and Decker safe
When I slide that six inch blade, you won't get a figure eight
ChopUp get a nigga shanked, call and get the buildin' straight
Chopper clear it out, like a fat bitch's dinner plate
The louder the gun, the faster my standards run, I handle that
Leave him under white sheets, lookin' like a camel's back
Them so called hard niggas turn into some candlewax
Put 'em to the flame, and watch that nigga's manners crack
And my love for money is a feelin' I can't detach
I'm aiming for these faces like a paparazzi's camera flash, nigga

[Hook]