Dajock - The Way I Live [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Dajock]
And I'm always going forward not thinking bout the past
Zip-lock in my bag and it's filled with the grass
Got Vodka in my glass gonna drink before class
Cause I would never take something too hard to pass
Looking back on all the shit that I've done
You can say I pretty much only did what was fun
Tried to stay away from guns and the lies and the drama
But still I find myself starting fights with my mama
And baby mamas, I don't deal with that
Cause I'm just too young and I always wear a hat
You can say I'm always strapped cause I'm wearing Air Forces
My cars like a ranch cause it's got a lot of horses
Make a little money just to say I been paid
And I haven't stopped smoking since the 9th grade
No T breaks, not one I ain't playing
My dealers know me they can confirm what im sayin'
Always on some good shit, purple to green
And I worship my denim True Religion fucking jeans
See you know I'm unseen because I got the windows tinted
Bought the car, so much paperwork you know it ain't rented
Had it for a month permanently kush scented
Your girl came and she wants to cheat I can't prevent it
Living for the now always asking what's good
Waking up every morning feeling hard, like wood

[verse 2: King Kav]
Lately the way I'm living, I'm just getting to chilling
Beats I'm always killing me and Djock be the illest
And the realest, every other rapper talking fiction
Damn my diction so exquisite no ordinary civilian
Man I'm fly, shitting on you chickens I'm a pigeon
Yea I'm high, sitting in the sky and I'm untouchable
You need to stop bitching cause your bitch just ain't in love with you
She's loving me, puffs my weed, fucks me 4 times out of 3
And I just get to spitting silly obnoxious like a gross wet willy
Best rapper alive, so all the others will try and kill me
I know you feel me like some braille I'm white, polite and nice
Spit so sick I need some ginger ale
And I'm here to teach these rappers lesson like I went to Yale
I stand behind my bars but I'll never be in jail
And if I ever was your bitch would probably pay my bail
And I'm coming down heavy on my haters like hail, all hail

[Interlude: Yung Jon]
Haha Kavs, Dajock that shits crazy
Yo

[Verse 3: Yung Jon]
Splitting dutches saying fuck it it's the way I live
Killing the game, you a lame I ain't playing kid
People saying I'm the best who ever done it
On a budget, so I'll make your husband cry over an onion
Had a trial and won it. Well kinda, they tryna' keep me away from weed
But 3 months later I'm higher than all y'all pussies
Hit the trees like fall ball, I ball on rookies
I will lyrically maul y'all
It's unfair, it don't even compare
To me bitch, the weed in the swisher so sweet they getting sea sick
Run through a lot of green like a deep pick
Like I brought back a hundred-eight yards
My bars deserve a CD bitch
Hear me in the hallways I'm always spitting some fire
Out my cannon, watching Nick, Like I was hitting Mariah
Make a couple million and then I wanna retire
But for now, hit me up, local Cali kush supplier