EstaBoN - Drivebys [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: EstaBoN]
I'm so gifted with similes and synonyms
I'm killin' shit this shit should be on CNN
Hallelujah praise God man that's real talk
How many of our own ppl do we kill off?
Hit da field, dump the steel then we peel off
Have chrome braces on the grill like the grill talk
I seen chalk fa homicides and underlining
All the crimes and undermining we try disguising
Driveby man these Niggas better duck
Ain't no heads up just luck, grab yo weapon you trust
Cuz nowadays niggas wildin' on site
I'm just tryna get that money type of ounces ya like?
How it's snowing when it's sunny selling mountains ta hypes
I dont care if they a snorter or put mouth to the pipes
Amounting ta heights that they neva thought was reachable
Now you see it dude, are vision is lookin' feasible
Life in motion let ya drive define you
Don't eva let ya dreams jus fly right by you
Updated freshness, you'll be fly soon
My ipod plays I..bitch that's iTunes
I'm often meditatin off doses of medication
Cuz devastation seems to always be perpetrating
Be patient, like customers fa hospitals
They takin lives, like taking lives is optional
Illogical is all these fools and all they moves
They say its loud but all that weeds inaudible
These generations disintegrating and waiting
Fa saviors to get ta saving, haters to stop the hating
Man, these kids holdin' choppas in they arsenal
Army fatigues but they didn't join the army though
Pump atcha chest'll make ya heart do cardio
Goin' hard on a nigga that they hardly know
I gotta message fa all you wise guys
There's no name on the bullets from these drivebys


[Verse 2: EstaBoN]
Blowin' on extensions, like my sista blow dryer
Gotta lotta blunts so I need mo lighters
I know the time is ticking, when it stops, Lord knows
Til then my ballin's televised, sports shows
My bitch a stallion, horse power, how a Porsche rolls
The way she ride it, get inside it, Neva store closed
These niggas trickin' on these bitches, and ain't even got it
Might think they Jordan, maybe Pippen, but ain't even Rodman
He had da strap when he walked my path, and ain't even rob em
And had that ice and dat cream, I had dat baskin' Robbins
This generation fucked up, and ain't gettin better
Toddlers killed from drivebys niggas disrespectful