Kid Rated R - Trouble [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Uh, look

[Chorus: Isabella Quintana & Kid Rated R]
I said I’m young and I’m thuggin’ Out for the money
Fast cars, fast women and you can’t tell me nothin’
I’m lookin’ for trouble, trouble, trouble
I’m lookin’ for trouble, trouble, trouble
Have you seen her (Have you seen her)
Have you seen her (Have you seen her)
Tell me have you seen her (Tell me have you seen her)
Uh, fast money, fast cars, fast women, mad liquor, ahh

[Verse: Kid Rated R]
Take a trip into my mind, you can look into my eyes
Though it’s perfect on the surface, something’s building up inside
Was it pride, maybe it was cause my homie' had just died
And they just gave three strikes, to the one I idolized
Man our lives, live it fast, lot of family done passed
Or they locked in the trap, for the times that we had
I am grateful though the hateful seems to always cross my path
But I never let it break me, where they at, where they at
Yo I’m talkin’ bout' the rats with the big ole backs
With a bottle in the bag, I’m just tryna' get a dance
Earnhardt on the gas, and I never look back
Cause she got my heart racing every time she in my lap
Wasn’t raised like that, with a Father and a Mother
Catch blame like that, cause we gotta blame someone
Though world’s cold as winter, we a product of the summer
Empty house with a pocket full of rubbers

[Chorus]

[Verse: Kid Rated R]
Young ignorant and proud, gotta show em' that I’m down
Ain’t no way I’m backing out or I could never come around
They gone never let it go, all the homies' finna' clown
So it got me doing stuff that'll have Momma kick me out
Now I’m riding in this car, feeling like I’m Calogero
Seen it happen to Cuba, when he was rolling with Doe and them
After they shot Ricky hopin' someone would just get me
Out this situation but this real life this how its supposed to go
Tribulations of a teenager, plus I’m heart broke and bitter from a teenage love
This a replay of, another teenage thug
It’s like we never get the message that they relayed us
I’m dead in the middle of a little city where literally
Flocks from different blocks and the cops is tryin’ to get rid of me, uh
Pop, pop, hope them shots never riddle me
If they do pop shots in my memory

[Chorus]
[Chorus]

[Bridge: Kid Rated R]
I’m dead, dead in the middle of a little city
Shots if they riddle, pop shots in my memory
Pop shots in my memory, if they riddle me
In the middle of a little city, dead

[Chorus]