Lil Blood - Final Destination [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Hey my nigga
I don't expect no bitch to feel me on this one
Shout out to all my real niggas
West Oakland is in the building man
Hey shout outs to my niggas in North Oakland
Ice city nigga, Dog town it's blood

[Verse 1: Lil Blood]
Ima keep it solid for my niggas let Leesky out
Free Boogy Roller man, let my nigga Tighty out
Bring Tay back to the deuce so we can get it goin
He ain't even have the chance yet to see his first born
We going to keep it mobbin though 3rd World Lil Frank
Pour crack and (?) Free my nigga TJ
Late night smacked out me and Big Bruh drank
Trapping out with D-Boe smoking on Purple Grapes
Hella straight me and Gotty in the bench trucks
Molly on 6th fucking all the remnants
And we still gunning for my niggas who ain't make it
Sipping a little syrup to my niggas fighting cases
I rock with HD with the root bearfaced
Laying niggas out on the Hype trying to make it
My nigga baby Jesus said it's all about the double up
He threw it in the pot and let the baking soda bubble up

[Hook]
Niggas still hitting licks trynna make it
Hoping Santa Rita ain't my final destination
Some people wanna see me on a long vacation
Send a nigga to a solitary location
Bitches turn triffe when a nigga fighting cases
Task force raidings, home invasions
Shouts to my niggas in the pen fighting cases
I'm gunning for my niggas in the trap who didn't make it

[Verse 2: HD]
Get going in with a L no years
As long as I can function bro I got yo kids
As I walk through the valley let me wash my sins
Niggas from my own circle trying to box me in
So who would be to blame if I knock at them
It's a cold world we live in, I leave shit chilling
Crackers can lock me up but can't trap my mind
And I hope this kite reach my young niggas in time
I've seen real niggas turn on their own kind
My nigga L's public enemy by the FBI
Global Tel Link I got my nigga on 3-way
Mothafuck the judge, prosecutor, and the DA
Niggas cupcaking with the 5-4 anyway
I wish my life could bring my niggas back anyday
Boonts just died walked state property
I'm rocking for my niggas cause my niggas gonna rock for me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil' Goofy]
For all my niggas in the pen fighting cases
Fuck confidential informants that leaving statements
Free Rob G can't wait till you let me know
Who be snitching on me When you do he already know
My niggas gonna to mob out, Your niggas gonna hide out
And ima keep it lit till they let Lil' Boom out
Free my nigga (?) serve shit serious
3rd World bitch we a mob so furious
OPD is shady I don't like em, I don't need em
I never wanted to be em, damn sure don't wanna see em
Niggas hungry out here looking for another lick
So I'm stacking and you lacking tricking on a bitch (ahah)
Free (?) man let T-Y out
He'll show you the definition what a O be all about
A slide from Lil' (?) they trynna put him on probation
I'm hoping Santa Rita ain't my final destination

[Hook]