Jon Waltz - LNIA [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse1]
Last week I learned that ...I don't really have a heart though
I scar hoes, and leave then leave em'.. running to the numbers like a bar code...
I start blows and keep chiefing… I'mma always be up in my star mode…
They start acts and deceive me… Well i'mma run that mothafucka off road..yup!
I don't…. mess with them niggas, them niggas is always looking for the wrong path
I'm gone… Kill em all, leave the dead bodies laying, say you messing with wrong man
It's the rainman, hoe... I ain't really doing shit but making all this music in the long span…
And I hate these hoes... They ain't fucking with a nigga, you ain't even listen to the song, man?
I live this shit, I see it?
Try to tell myself I didn't need it…
And now man this shit is like a drug with a never ending plug, so i'm really getting greedy
People think i'm finally getting snug, with the bottles and the love, but I never do drink it, yup
And if everybody round you fake, and you know they fake, do that make you any realer
I guess I been spending all my time, tryna fuck hoes
Getting money throwing dollars at the front row…
Leave my old girls crying at the front door…
Ain't no reason for niggas trying to stunt though…
Like yahh? Just remember that them boys always tryna-tryna catch yo ass slipping
You gone be Jordan, then Pippen
Turn around for a split second then they see you finished my nigga?

[Verse2]
Living in the city going cray… yup
Niggas drop bodies ey day?… yup
But ey day tryna be melee pay day, tryna get it each and every way…yup
But my nigga never do leave, I ain't really bout that life, but they always are fiending
Bloodlust all up at the night time, with the right guys, prolly turn yo nice ass to a demon
That's how it is though, people put knives to your back and expect you to jump in they lap
But they really wanna slit throats, if they be up in my path then I prolly get buck on they ass
Wanna know if it's a sick joke? I don't know, but if it is, then I laugh, make them bitch niggas cry to crib
When they try and they trip and they drip two pops, when I pop and they lie to they friend
What type of friend are you… Do you ride at the night time?
Or leave it to the friendly cops when they fight crime?
Even though when I drive in my own neighbourhood they be tryna look at me and do a pat down…
Like I got a fucking crackhouse, please, please, stop tripping…
Cause I don't really fight, I don't really need to, you don't wanna meet my niggas…
And i'm still by myself, even when I got some help
Even when i'm all alone, I do it all, i never fell
Thinking since these niggas love me now, guess everything is good…
Then I pulled my middle finger out said don't come to my hood, MAAN FUCK THESE NIGGAS