Gringo the MC - Plate of Church's Chicken $100 Cup of Lean [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Plate of Church's chicken, $100 cup of lean
On some broke bologna get some provolone between
Feeling like the only one who reppin' for the team
I got groupies and plane tickets but this shit ain't what it seems

My issues are mine, how could you understand?
Fuckin' with me wrong, you meet the back my hand
Sometimes I get on planes, and hope that they don't land
Sometimes I fuck your bitch, sometimes I shake your hand
Still ride with the tye all dyed and my day one brothers getting high all night
Little Avion with a lime on ice and my girl probably going to want to fight all night
Cause this chick that I know from an itty bitty town
Sucks dick like a pro and the word got around
They roll it free when you're as cold as me
That's why I buy by the gram and I smoke by the pound
If you're looking for the truth come see me
I ain't run game I just sold her one CD
They ain't gotta want me cause they about to need me
They ain't gotta fuck me, she just gotta feed me
I'ma run this shit like we up 35 and there's 5 minutes left and you better believe me
Real Street, fuck 'em all, we ain't signing no treaties
I put on for my city like Jeezy

Plate of Church's chicken, $100 cup of lean
On some broke bologna get some provolone between
Feeling like the only one who reppin' for the team
I got groupies and plane tickets but this shit ain't what it seems

I'm off these Shiner Boxes, yes bitch I meant boxes
Cause I drank 50 of them bitches and I still ain't nauseous
So hold your horses, or get drug by your horses
I'm just looking for a good time I ain't looking for no courtship
I hate court shit, that shit horse shit
Wish the judge's mama would have gotten an abortion
Steal his darkest secrets make a fortune off extortion
Spend the money on the homeless, on the hood, and on the orphans
And I, pull up, park, hustle, goons in the back and they all want trouble
The Ughmerican Dream, this crack for the kids and I'm looking for the money so I might charge double
Still ain't a motherfucking square in the huddle
Still smoke motherfucking squares in the huddle
Still don't a rich folk care 'bout the struggle
So I stress while I work, pull a hair and a muscle

Plate of Church's chicken, $100 cup of lean
On some broke bologna get some provolone between
Feeling like the only one who reppin' for the team
I got groupies and plane tickets but this shit ain't what it seems