FeltzPreviews - Saxon Ave (Telegraph Ave) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

My boys on the strip ready to Roc-a-Fella
Hold tight my clique you always see us together
There ain't alot of shit that we tolerate
Out here moving bricks to get a holiday
Its cold out here so ive got my jacket on
Your bitch want to Rag so i took her for a Bone
Finesse her for her bracelet
Bitch your man can't say shit
Its me that they admire
Set the game ablaze I'm always spitting fire
I'm on a rise so ain't nothing funny
Went from ashy to classy now I'm all about my money
Now i can't wait to be behind the wheel
Just so i can tell you how it feels
So let me connect with the world
Cos i want to know if they felt what i felt before
I want to know how they handle it
But my questions they won't answer it
So let me clear my mind haters do not slow me down
But when i get this money they wanna be homies now
I can't trust you so i can't have you around
Jealous of me cos I'm gonna be the sound
I ain't Bragging but no one helped me out
I had to sit down on my own and figure out
I'm the boss of me so why would i obey you
How can i trust you if your fucking with the other dudes
I dont know about you but i hate this solitude
Actions over words cos your words are never true
I let you in with an open heart
Automatically between us i felt a spark
Never acted like one of these fake bitches
But changed from about a year ago
Always up in my money but your getting zero though
Here I go for the money women cars and clothes
Still tryna get out of the cold
If you dont understand me you stand under me
Never had a life of subtlety
Cos in the streets we say it how we hear it
Still out in the street running from the spirit