Fred The Godson - The City [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Fred The Godson]
I’m 2pac in two spots the block is secure
Stacked up to a fiend knee, I’m the one you should call
But shawty on tour, juicy couture velour
In the drought when it’s five bet I can talk em to four
Bronx breaded, I said it with a style
Commercial dealer, I gave em coke and a smile
From poverty, no code, it was foul
Now they admire me, I haven't broke in a while
Wild, can’t be talking to me
After my show, I have to be forced in the V
King of New York, Christopher Walken in me
Biggie and Pun, both Christophers walking in me
Slick talking teddy, bare arms, from Iran, hope you ready
Grey brim Yankee fitted cap, Fred The God and I came to bring the city back

[Hook: Fred The Godson]
They know I bes in the city
We drive V’s through the city
We push keys through the city
Mayor might aswell give me the keys to the city
Now rep your city, this for the streets
Now rep your city, this for the streets
Now rep your city, this for the streets
Now turn up

[Verse 2: Fred The Godson]
New York life is lawless
I got the city turnt up like when Starks dunked it on Mike and Horace
Works the purest, same color as artichoke
Girl here from school, she studyin the art of choke
Forget the vest I will lift em
T.B.M the best, they will clip em
Heard you got sour around, well we’ll stick em
For that 7 pounds with the Wesson I will Smith em
7 pounds Will Smith, big Bronx uptown and we still spit
We back flowing and y’all know I got lines around the block
Like the tunnel back open
Speaking of tunnel, you know the son is spittin'
Call me Harriet Tubman cause I got tunnel vision
Blue Yankee fitted cap, Fred The God and I came to bring the city back

[Hook]