DP - Coffee Beans, Part II [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: DP]
I say these niggas not really talking money, [?]
Shifty with the chrome, I'm accident prone
Through the valley of death where he vagrantly roams
Drunk staggering, I'm canned off a fifth of Patrón
In a foreign [?], I rob the rich while they watching the throne
With the swiftness grab the sword out the stone
I'm cut from the cloth of the scarf of Michael Corleone
With more shooters at my back than Attack of the Clones
My right hand is attached to a chrome
MAC-11 aiming at foes, you hoes pay me back what you owe
And I don't give a fuck if you gotta steal, kill, deal, or put your hoe on a stroll
And I'm gonna need a lil interest on that dough, nigga
Time and time again, I fucking told you niggas
That I don't even cater to nobody but no snow sniffers
At the compound for the tub man, my flow lift up
Drop to the lower deck then I flee out on the four wheeler

[Hook: D.R.A.M.]
What's different 'bout you and I
Is that you'd probably choose suicide
When I would choose do or die
When I look back at my life
I yell, "Whoa"
And then I duck and dodge doing time
Stumbled into all the shine
Reflections like, "Who am I?"
Who am I, Who am I
I yell, "Whoa"

[Verse 2: DP]
DP the lone shooter
You niggas clones, you storm troopers
En route to the mula, move like a puma
Twin Rugers and an Armani suit
And I send shots from the MAC out the Aston Martin coupe
I finesse your mama for her Honda, so anonymous
Trapper of the year, number one top finalist
My bitch fine like your homie big sister
Glock .40 big and black, I call it Sonny Liston
Go ahead and set it up, see me on projectile
Style so Jurassic that I clash with the reptiles
I'm from the gritty where niggas shooting for your kidneys
And niggas might rob your mama for the pennies or the Fendi
In my city these niggas actin' mad silly
That's why I'm never lackin' and keeping extra MACs with me
I chug the 'Ac as I whip the 'Lac swiftly
Commit the crime, the usual suspects is out with me

[Hook: D.R.A.M.]
What's different 'bout you and I
Is that you'd probably choose suicide
When I would choose do or die
When I look back at my life
I yell, "Whoa"
And then I duck and dodge doing time
Stumbled into all the shine
Reflections like, "Who am I?"
Who am I, Who am I
I yell, "Whoa"