Lunch Money Gang - Soul Food [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
America what a nation
They say a life’s born when one is taken
I wonder who’s going to be my young replacement?
I’m sure God already got some arrangement
Well God bless they little soul
As I live like I’m young when I’m getting old
Just make sure the story of a nigga told
How life brought depression I didn’t fold

[Verse 1: Fonzie]
Sup ho? I’m alive right
A new day just happy to see the sky’s light
In hindsight I might just be behind like
A few years who cares as long as my mind bright
My mom fight daily for my littler sister
They both moved away on me and I still miss you
Only thing I got left is this little picture
Yea it hurts but your voice makes it heal quicker
Real nigga with bills, drama and all that
Small chattin' don’t call back that brah whack
See y’all act like y’all afraid of hard facts
Get off that my nigga, that’s all my heart rap
Trying to be a real nigga, what happened pal?
Didn’t work right? Because it comes natural
Backwards how guys want to match a style
I’m laughing wow, [?] you cashing out
Guessing you riding with that Nina too
Rap a bunch of other things we never seen you do
You dream it do cause you say it don’t mean it true
Look at all this bullshit, I’ma need a cleaning crew
Could somebody bring them through?
Cause this ain’t really sanitary
We need a fresh start like the first of January
Damn it’s scary every other day we got a man to bury

[Hook]
Uh, breathe easy and keep your head up even when life doing you greasy
Like a Jerry Curl, you gotta let the whole world know you very thorough
Fuck the politicians, rely on shit like your common senses
They try to budge us but I ain’t pivoting I ain’t slipping
This science fiction, a Myans image of why it’s ended
It’s inconclusive as we pursue to a higher living

[Verse 2: Ralphy]
Real niggas recognize real niggas
I got a lot of still pictures of fallen soldiers
Let them know we still miss you
Pour out some liquor for all the women that’s sick of
Just raising their little kids up with no relationship with their baby father
Yea, I know it’s crazy harder, you oughta be honour like Jimmy Carter
As far as we concerned, food for thought
I’m chef or eat the words
Trying to make a deep dish without letting the pizza burn
Did you lose me? Who he?
At school I was the only black rugrat like Susie
I’m groovy, "insane in the membrane" is what they saying to me
You know not doing no normal nigga shit so salute me
Or shoot me
Uh, whatever you wanna do
Ironically what you do is irrelevant to my crew
Examine the word soul or I bet you’ll fail
Cause if you don’t find you, you S-O-L nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kenny Wiz]
Rapping in my bedroom this the life of a rebel
Roll up the LO rock star heavy metal
We all work, dedication, determination
Everybody rap but they don’t really know the basics
A whole lot of character but I’m tight with the spaces
My rhyme is legendary they put it in quotations
I’m living life day by day
Getting money all in all that’s AIA
Pretty soon all the girls will sway my way
But if they not a… nevermind
I’ma keep rhyming until I think of a better line
There’s a whole lot of rap dudes I’m the better kind
Right jab then we hook them
We be all about the Benjamins like book ‘em, and Reggie
I’m ready for whatever’s in my future
I could never be a loser
Cause my recipe is super

[Hook]