Iby Fresh & Stevie D - Hometown [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Stevie D]
Born and raised in CT, my hometown never see me
Movies come and go, I don't have no time for screenings
I'm scheming and planning trying to find that grammy
But the only dealers I know are niggas trying to scam me
Trying to get my money like my childhood buddy
That just burned me for a twenty, that kind of shit ain't funny
Used to play catch with him, but now I can't trust the kid
As far as I can throw the bitch, so yea fuck that shit
Yea my hometown, fuck that shit I don't fucks with it
Milford can just suck my dick, pull out then nut on it
Yea my hometown just can't hold me down
When my favorite places just keep on closing down
Milford can't run with, and that's just the way it be
And as the French say... what? Se La Vie
Coming for your heartstrings, let Adele pluck at them things
This shit is over now, pause... let the fat bitch sing

[Verse 2: Iby Fresh]
Chilling in my hometown needing my alone time
Cuz the girl I really want is sitting in another, not my...

Shout out to Louisville
Be Fresh

The city where I grew up, where niggas never blew up
My little bro from around the way, the hometown screw up
The girls down on seventh street will shake they little ass
While my niggas in the west out hustling for some cash
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my mother
Shout out to Domo, man he like my little brother
But that hometown fever got us fighting with each other
Late nights chilling up at Devil Rows waiting with no cover
I put on for my city, cardinal strong in my city
And if you don't bleed red you don't belong in my city
The hoe I mess with started acting all sadidy
And when I turned my back she started fucking with my nigga
So fuck that bitch, never trust no snitch, never ask for shit
Living in a town where Dino just put tax on shit
Gas no clips, ass no tits, racks on racks on racks no chips
Hella games no championships, I'm done A D you can have this shit