Kush - Momma $ake [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro:
Make sure my people straight
Do this for momma sake
Yeah, that's like everyday
I can't forget my place
And everybody straight
Make sure my people straight
Make sure my people straight
"It's Kush Baby"

Hook:
I do this shit for momma sake, make sure momma safe
See all my people feed, make sure everybody ate
I still be in the hood, I can't forget my place
Baking soda and a pot, whip it up for jays

Make sure my people straight
And everybody straight
Make sure my people straight
Do this for momma sake
Make sure my people straight
Make sure my people straight
Do this for momma sake
Make sure that momma safe

Verse 1:
N*ggas ain't never gave me shit
I was too busy tryna take shit
Running from the cops, cuz i was too hot
I was selling rock, had it in my sock
N*ggas not playing with the steel
Life ain't a joke, act up and get killed
Got a torch on me, living lavishly
Me and 6 hoes like 2 times 3
Run up a check, all about a check
Too much money, it'll pop a band
Catch us in the streets, you can't see us
Cuz my money long, like a tour bus
From a bitch no talking, straight neck
If you're a broke boy, on you quick to flex
I be popping, homies dropping shit
In the club, still throwing up my set
On the curb, I be posted with the set
My hood be wetter than ya bitch
Scream on a rival, it's a tidal shower
Cuz the bullets gon wet up his chest
In the met, I be balling like LeBron
2 guns, I'm quick to blow something
In a fast car, that jaguar
I drift, switch lanes like Nascar
Getting to the money, I'm a slutty boy
I play for keeps, I can't give em nothing
Them lame n*ggas be the loudest ones
Real bosses move in silence I don't make a noise
YNG, it be the team for me
It's the mob, and I'm Capone
Couple young n*ggas, hold the heat
My rider hold that gun & dope

Hook:

Verse 2:
Dropped a couple mixtapes
Just so they could hear me
I'ma keep popping my shit
Until I run the city
Got a little buzz
But that ended quickly
So I'm back on my shit
Balling no Memphis
I want the billboards
I want the magazines
I want the paparazzis
Dying to get a pic of me
Little ugly motherf*cker
But these bitches love me
I'm getting the longway
These bitches thinking I'm Peewee
I built a team of nothing but the best of
Just a ticking time bomb
Cuz we gon blow up
No terrorist, I swear that God blessed us
Headphones on in front of that mic
We gon make millions
L3 & Li Shane, YNG the gang
My sideline done fell in love
Now I got her hooked like cocaine
No joystick but I play the game
And I pray to God I never sell my soul for the petty fame

Hook:

Verse 3:
My mexican name Jose
He the plug for coke
He send it over, I buss it down
Put it on the stove
Fuck n*ggas out here ain't trying to eat
I been starving now its time to feast
Only had a dollar, now I'm popping bottles
Get out the trap, if you can't take the heat
Go off, I'm Osama to the beat
You count sheep, I'ma count these hunnits
I fell off, but I'm back on
Now i'm chasing dollars like I'm hunting
Head honcho, bitch I call shots
Bulge in my pants be them knots
Had to let go of my side bitch
Cuz that girl ain't know her spot
Young n*gga move that dope
Was selling coke, it's off white
Couldn't go to school
Cuz I was out all night, under them street lights
Just tryna whip some hard
Tryna help my boys on the yard
I play for keeps, so don't play with me
Or they'll find your body in the morgue
I do this all for my momma
Got tired of that drama
Got tired of being a like scrunny n*gga
So I got some bread and start stunting
N*ggas out here still want a problem with me
Cuz they know that I'm YNG
It be the team, the mob with me
Got shooters with me, blow like the heat

Hook: