Divine ("The 4th Letter") - VC Life (By Any Means) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by Hellz Yea!]

[Intro]

[Sample]

[Verse 1]
Soon as they opened up them Fed doors, plotting to get more
Plotting my next war, go tech, invest more
From crack raw, to black entrepreneur
To cash, concerts, applauds, awards and on to Forbes
I thought I seen it all, I know I need it all
I lost Dogs in the drug wars, I breathe for y’all
From penitentiary time, to legendary rhyme
Spit very deadly crime, I’m on my Belly grind
Sipping a bevy of Hine’s, that’s cognac crack
Divine wit’ a bevy of dimes, that’s where the God at
But fly chicks and fly whips, need more than this
Next thing, tech scene, Andreessen Horowitz
See, my whole aura sick, I’m just a rawer kid
From crack life to rap life, and all them bids
But so much more than this, that’s what “D” be on
Just trying to be more, and get my VC on

[Hook]
This is VC life, this what keeys be like
This what “G’s” be like, by any means be like
This is VC life, this what keeys be like
This what “G’s” be like, by any means be like
This is so remarkable, thought it impossible
But I’m unstoppable, don’t make me conquer you
Don’t want the drama duke, my niggas bombing you
I’m just a wiser Don, but know what firearms ’ill do

[Verse 2]
I just left Menlo, trying to get that Benz doe
Can it really be that it was all so simple
From crime life, to fly right, strived to get my mind right
Sipping on that Hine’s like, nigga this is my life
I don’t need the spotlight, the God already got light
What my life and times like, I can give you highlights
Show you on that scoreboard, peddle to the floorboard
Pushing in that Tesla, give a fuck about the law for
Blowing in that fast lane, flowing ’till that cash came
I was on that drug route, thug, gun and mask game
Now parlay, spa day, key to your city
Modern day Valjean, call me Divine Diddy
Thought they had me boxed in, prayed the cops knocked him
Handcuffed and locked him, oh, no, not him
This is real shit, billion dollar deal shit
On that VC life, live what TV like

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Copped a mansion out in Atherton, right next to Ben
Horowitz, formulaist, guess I was born to win
Black Slicon, iller zone, blessing all my killers home
My Brooklyn crew, Northern Cali’ my gorillas roam
Wolves on deck, I put my dudes on tech
What my moves on next, I pursue more checks
Too cool on set, groomed smooth so fresh
On my Bevel next level, I presumed I was next
I’m a rebel ’till the death, she a devil in a dress
Wearing Prada, fly Mamma, so hotter, make ’em sweat
But no, not “D” though, fly tuxedo
Black Bond, firearms, Sicilian, Don Vito
From New York City, ran to San Fran quickly
Divine Horowitz, like, Eminem and Fifty
He hit me wit’ a milli’, know a nigga blow silly
Out in Cali’ in the Valley, Silicon so gritty

[Hook]

[Outro]

[Sample]

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