Justin Alexander - The Plot [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Plot
Niggas love to plot
I pulled up to the party
A nigga there got shot
What happened to the body?
Why we still taking shots?
They say because we sorry
Like that shit means a lot
Got
Nigga don't get got
If you do the crime
Nigga don't get caught
If you doin time
Say them prayers a lot
Cause when you on your own
The only one you got is God
Drink
Drink my nigga drink
Though it ease the pain
It don't help you think
Smoke
You can roll that dope
Damn I'm gone off both
Now everything moving so slow
I know
That I ain't living perfect
But, when I make these songs
I feel like preacher at a sermon
They say we young and reckless
But money's on my checklist
And I ain't going down until I check it
Nigga check it

[Hook]
In my own zone
Singing slow songs
On the mic's where I found my soul
But, my soul's broke
So, I roll smoke
And I'mma keep on smoking
Til I can't no more
No, no, no, no
This evil takes control
Oh so, so slow
My blood is getting cold
So, so, so cold
Make me wanna make a move
I gotta roll solo
Oh no

[Verse 2]
Watch
The police love to watch
We ain't doin nothin
You just see the black and stop
Stop
Before them bodies drop
I pray one day that
Everything be gucci like guwop
Goa
Pele, I’m getting closer
To my dreams
Homie you could just watch it
Like the Closer
Go Off
Thats what I do when I hear beats
I swear everything
Was All Good
Just Last Week
And That shit deep, but
THIS THE FALL OF ROME
MARTIN MEETS JEROME
MARTIN LUTHER’S SHOOTER
BACK SMOKING BLACKS WITH AN AL CAPONE
HOW’S IT GOIN?
(WHO ARE YOU?)
WHAT IS LIFE?
(42)
THIS IS RIGHT
(NO ITS LEFT)
I’M JUST STRESSED
C’EST LA VIE
Life’s a test
And you can't repeat
So I take these beats
And I paint these words
So the little black sheep
Can leave the herd
And just be free
This for OG, TM, MB
I Pay my respects
Respect us please, see
Why you clip the wings off a bird that fly?
When the shit hit the fan is it fight or flight?
Lord I can’t get right
World filled with vice

[Hook]
In my own zone
Singing slow songs
On the mic's where I found my soul
But, my soul's broke
So, I roll smoke
And I'mma keep on smoking
Til I can't no more
No, no, no, no
This evil takes control
Oh so, so slow
My blood is getting cold
So, so, so cold
Make me wanna make a move
I gotta roll solo
Oh no