Florida Fiya - The Travel [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Florida Fiya]
This is the icing on the cake
The money you can make, off wackin' these lames off
My tracks hold weight
The type of weight you need a crane to lift
I move with those mentally trained and built
They're intrigued by my style, they jockin' me brahdren
I play the cuts, chilling, me and my Russian
Takin notes, no pad and pencils
Accurate, rulers and stencils
Americano in Spain, I'm shopping for utensils
Eating properly, mixed vegetables and broccoli
Living for real, to kill only way of stopping me
Traitors plotted dropping me, dragging me, and mopping me
But you can see I'm breathin', a heathen, that evil flockin' me
4 in the morning, full moon.. Ain't no stars out
Just foggy streets, perfect time to pull them cars out
SUV's black on black, no putting them 'gars out..
Tinted up front to back, killer shit, it's hard out
In a city that breed killers
The real home of the murder rate, who needs thrillers?
A motion picture on the highway, Maniac Miller
2 choppas out the side of that donk, cold shivers
Fort Misery
Original gangster history
Original oak handles on that fire by the hickory
Never gave a fuck 'bout them niggas who don't fuck with me
I get to the money with the ones keeping up wit me
Told you it's luxury
Butlers, you think I'm bullshitting
But I'm just seeing my future, see this that full vision
I stay clean from the socks to the tank tops
Want to know the insights of the business during bank drops
Never tell a teller, it's more than wings and propellers
The man inside of them planes unique, he chase cheddar
And jump back aboard to gather the mozzarella
I told you no competition, I told you nobody better
What a man, what a man, what a man..
Them hundred dollar words turn to million dollar plans
Stack money slanging verbs, talk that shit for them grands
I bet the whole block feel me, I'm embracing the chance
Still ducked off from the city cause you cowards expand
Retaliate heavy, we ready.. Flame Game the land
I'm the chief of this turf, Native American
They looking for Starfish 3, casinos again
How I'm rackin' up, stackin' up, rollin', picture me
Palm trees, ocean breeze
Akoo tops, in peace
Rooftops and reef
Paper foldin' or leaf
I got the game, I'm controlling, I'm runnin it, send ya beats..

[Outro]