Doley Bernays - Feelin' Like Pac [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I'm a motherfucking outlaw
They got me feeling like Pac
I was shooting shit before I got shot
So I charge into the block you know
If you was talking to the cops
Uptown we call them plates
They don't make it to the box
I'm a mobster boy
Bringing patient that them doctors enjoy
The whole block will know who shot your boy
But enough about them chopper toys
I got a flow they can't stop your boy
I got the block employed
I got to eat
Know it's kill or be killed
I'm from the street
To be brief, put that gun in your grill
Nigga it's beef
I'm a beast
I ain't conscious rap
That's Euro League
That's my brother, different mothers
Loyalty run deep
You ain't shit that's my real life game
My drums speak
And I smoke good weed all day, my lungs weak
I just started on this rap shit
Niggas ya'll done peaked
Trying to shine bright as day
But y'all niggas is too bleak
I mean
What's the use of all the talk
And the accolades
When I'm still in the hood getting money
Look I ain't half as paid as all the rap niggas
Fuck these rap niggas
I'm still in the hood everyday, I trap nigga
I know it traps niggas, but I got to stack figures
Hunger attacks niggas
When you Bugatti dreaming in Hondas and act vigors
This ain't an act nigga
I just seen my man, and I heard he got clapped nigga
My young one on trail for a murder and he ain't doing shit
Get a paid lawyer and pray to God that they prove this shit
Niggas with the fam until them niggas got on they route and shit
Really in the streets, but I'm trying to get on this music shit
16 bars can't protect a nigga from uzi clips
Hooks and them verse might save my ass from a 2 to 6
16 bars can't protect a nigga from uzi clips
Hooks and them verses might save my ass from a 2 to 6

[Hook] (x2)
I got some niggas that down for forever
In the streets they was down for whatever
Up here they screaming shoot and get shot
I'm an outlaw feeling like Pac

[Verse 2]
Im feeling like Pac
Them niggas couldn't kill me with four shots
Now my goal, is get all the gold at Fort Knox
Niggas know
No flowers, three hots and two cots
Cells over coffins, free all of my dude's bod
Dark side, them politics held in lobbies
Counterfeit schemes to car theives
Homicides down to robberies
Older niggas like Ish
That rolled with everybody
Older niggas got locked
That nigga told on everybody
I mean
Ain't shit sweet?
Twelves jurors that's six deep
But no witness protection my nigga that's just weak
Coming home off a bullet my nigga that's just weeks
Young boy facing actual life that's just beast
When the feds get you 400 months that's new cleats
Football numbers in games we too deep
It could be in New New York, but it's never in new streets
It's the same old gang my nigga just new beef
Haven't mentioned Audi P
How thoughtless of me
My music keep they names alive like they was walking the streets
So all my niggas sailing high
But they boarded for cheap
My lifestyle is in my lingo
Drug wars in my speech
This that real life
Real lifer
Make a mill off a rap
To a pill, light fuzz
And I always talk real when I kill ciphers
If your man gets locked, don't forget what a kite does
He'll get lost in that time and forget what his life was
I ain't changed it's the same old thing with a nice buzz
So for all my niggas locked
And all my niggas missing
I told them I'm on a mission
This younger nigga gon' get it
Just in case