Goodfella - Ghetto Nigga Will [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse I]
You get the best of my obsessive turned depressive stories
When marijuana burns blessing all my senses for me
Pour three cups of Henny, speak on plenty worry
Miami struggle daily tell the reaper come and test me
A rider loves a challenge I vibe along and damage
Over writer’s block established to oppress the ghetto savage
The world ain’t fucking ready to burn in the rage I’m flaring
Fuck sleep, a nigga still dream of peaceful prairies
I’m fucking legendary, surpass the legends, dare me?
Commitment’s scary so the game’ll be the only bitch I’d ever marry
You hear me? Sometimes I’d like to let my tears free
But could never let my peers see
That mere sheep inside a sinful wolf
Rocking Tim boots, fear me!
When you see me the ICU is where you’ll be, G
My Achilles heel? Even the reaper couldn’t kill me
Demons screaming “Leave cause your skill’s meek”
I disregard it bitches!
Still recall this dipshit broken hearted tripping
On retard fucking kid shit, still feel a part is missing
Oh I forgot to mention
He must be God in this world to prohibit me from his girl
Like omelet on the skillet
I had this nigga flipping!
Never meant to take his riches, not the one to snatch his treasure
No intentions to offend ya, only one that probably gets ya!
But she was in love with me before you even met her!

[Hook]
Midnight dreams, cringe at midnight screams
Mid-life scheme, syringe to real rhyme fiends
It’s considered my art nothing less than that
Rip my spirit apart, leave my rhythm intact
Without a liver or heart, will my words impact?
In fact, the fear of death, you’d laugh at the façade
When you shimmy with the devil, freestyle with the gods
Pac, B-I, ODB I’ll see ya when I die

[Verse II: Viviani]
They say a man is measured by the bitches he has pleasured
I doubt it since society’s vision of men is clouded
Countless dudes empowered
For throwing niggas over counters in bars
The real scars are throwing tyrants out of power
In hours of revolution, so fuck you cowards!
In the midst of your confusion
I refuse to lose like I refuse to lose him!
Much love to my best friend Slim
Stop fucking with that coke shit, man!
I hope you get to hold your son, Hash you growing up?
Irwing I know it’s tough but get your master’s bitch
And after this lets roll a blunt in California
Told ya if I played this, in the right hands if I could lay this
I just might stand as the greatest nothing left to say it’s
Up to Hip-Hop to debate whether or not I made it
But that’s all beside the point
All I ask is light a joint
Sip some wine and rejoice when it comes time
That these rhymes and records become my voice
Throw a party when I’m gone! a funeral’s too depressing
Throw champagne on hoes undressing!
Desmoche on the table! Have niggas rip the plastic
Off my classic before they can afford to pay cable
I give them stories they can play through
Don’t mourn my death, Homie
Smoke a pound of Cess for me!
Mix my ashes with the chronic
Bump to Asher or the Chronic!
Never let me be forgotten even if my corpse is rotten
Trip when I spit on how sick your nigga's gotten!

[Hook]
Midnight dreams, cringe at midnight screams
Mid-life scheme, syringe to real rhyme fiends
It’s considered my art nothing less than that
Rip my spirit apart, leave my rhythm intact
Without a liver or heart, will my words impact?
In fact, the fear of death, you’d laugh at the façade
When you shimmy with the devil, freestyle with the gods
Pac, B-I, ODB I’ll see ya when I die

[Verse III: Viviani]
Just give me the mic
Cuz I can crush a line too quick when I’m busting mine
And nigga’s need Q-Tips when I bust a rhyme
Cause I’m the abstract and the dragon, pardon for my bragging
I’m boasting, but there’s always truth in what a nigga joking
The system screwed and broken and I grew up on the broke end
Where niggas scared of the truth cause it’s seldom spoken
Let the beat drop, tell my mother I love her
Fuck the showbiz rather reconcile let the beef stop
Let life take it’s toll, let my man take control
Of the wheel as I feel proper from distilled vodka
Life doesn’t stop have no time for these stop lights
Stop signs, crash see the cop lights!

[Outro (Verse IV) : Viviani]
My life’s umm.. tumbling, now my stomach grumbles and growls
If these rapper are receivers, strip the mics from these divas
The court is in order now, not too judge you boiii
Just trying to blow like Coyote Wile
My mind’s behind bars but the corner’s back
Who’d ever think I’d want the goons and the quarter’s back
Y’all blind but I’m the truth, I’m the braille you’re going to feel
Will I live long I don’t know but live long through my songs
A ghetto nigga will, A ghetto nigga will
Will I live long I don’t know but live long through my songs
A ghetto nigga will, A ghetto nigga will
A ghetto nigga will!