Jet Life - Lop-Sided [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
Uh, and momma told me "slow down son"
I had 99 problems but my dough ain't none
And know shit can get ill if the dough don't come
But it's not, so I get my chick to roll on up
But them gold diggin' bitches tryna slow shit up
Them petty hoes probably never grow up
And them same petty hoes said I'd never blow up
Hold up, young rout, all skills, no luck
Now I got shit locked, man I mean sewed up
Still scream one time when the cops roll up
One girl once say "pimp down and hoes up"
An old g once said " fuck hoes they make busts"
Cut from a different cloth, Roddy built Ford tough
Them sucka niggas lackin', probly never catch up
The Jets be the best, in the planes we trust
Sky high, cause ain't nothin' what up but us

[Hook: Young Roddy]
We make this shit look easy it's lop-sided
I'm independent, fuck your system, I get paid without it
If the shit ain't bout no bread then tell them change the topic
I got good sense, I stay so far away from nonsense

Man I swear that shit's so easy it's lop-sided
I'm independent, fuck your system, I get paid without it
If the shit ain't bout no bread then tell them change the topic
I got good sense, I stay so far away from nonsense

[Verse 2: Nesby Phips]
Sound surround when the game on
Aircraft carrier track, to park a plane on
Comin' for my cheese, nachoed
I was dealt four kings now fold...
...
Sky vivid off a round trip ticket
Tryna see somethin different, niggas round here trippin'
First class business, the purp bag hittin' for the love for I
Upon arrival to your city
This good tree home of the keepers, freeloader beach be ownin'
Oh Mec, I've got bees up on my lease big holmes
Respect, showin' love to my set
Waitin' on the postman I think I'm due for a check
And I don't break my neck, if not spotted in peripheral
Save on interest, and double up on principal
8 50 all access granted...
... drug trade madness

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Trademark Da Skydiver]
Look, it's J.E.T.S. over everything
I'm married to the game, the money is my wedding ring
Sometimes I creep on her and cheat and hook up with maryjane
And then it never change, back to this paper chase
Though, full speed ahead I'm on a race to catch this money train
You feel what I'm sayin'? I'm on my grind now woordy
Slightly loaded but no parlayin' homie I ain't playin'
Up early with it plottin' how i'mma get it all in the A.M
Yeah
Real niggas gon' repect it
Lames gon' hate it
Bitches gon' love it
Twist one up and throw your jets up in public
Pinky and thumb extended, they slowly cripp'n or somethin'
I'm rollin' up paper planes, my super doobies humongous
I stay away from the lames, I really keep it a hundred
That fuck shit that I went through, it really did made me tougher
I represent for the niggas that really they come from nothin'

[Hook]