Cloudy - Black Gatsby [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Uh, with all these motherfucking millions running round I know I'm gon' catch some
Niggas cutting hedges I'm thinking about hedge funds
Tired of riding 10's and trying to stretch 1's hold up
Uh, Forbes and Fortune, don't want the fame, we just want the change, the prestigious name
Some black gates, maybe matte black B's, new money, the Black Gatsby, her lips still ashy
She had to lick em' like LL, the cool J was to grassy
Bad vibes when her dude pass me
Cuz I'm high off the supply that his boo passed me
Ya girl got that good goodie, ya boo nasty
Uh, WEST FIVE
I'm trying be to us what Big is to Bed-Stuy
Been trying get these bucks since niggas had Test Drive
Sold a couple games for change like Best Buy
My old heads had whip game since Test Drive
And they sold a couple things for change like Best Buy
But had to build it up from the bottom to sky high
To watch it all burn to the ground like Left Eye
Damn, and that's life
Cops kick the door down and that's strikes
Seem like you either close to a pin or close to an alley
West Five out westside look nothing like Cali
Niggas claim the hood but be way out in a county that's way out in the mountains
All the service be bad, sim cards ain't never reading
That's why when we read lyrics we hardly ever believe them
Niggas just swapping semen and dickeating
Uh, but I could care less as long as my peoples beasting
I could care less as long as my peoples feasting
No resting til' it's no less than Four Seasons every season
No palm trees, beach streets, cozy retreats
Just the Beast East, Wild West, I'm fresh in 10 deep
We only 3 deep, small circle like some V cheeks
We known to keep freaks to back it up just call em beep beeps
Hold up, who that? Nigga beep beep
That ain't the janitor that's the hammerer came to street sweep
Papa told my ass as a youngin', mistakes is costly
Remember gun sounds drowned out the Mr. Softee
Damn, and we just wanted ice cream
Ran out the crib just to hear a 9 scream
On a bad day, you could hear a mom scream
All you hear is shots, hip hop, and sirens
Whole hoods got washed out like Irene
Then Temple and Drexel just came to buy it up
The game uneven, I'm just trying tie it up
Cloudy smarter, Bari Parker, build my bucks

[gun shots]