MaLLy - All Of My Life (Part 1) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
She’s still searching, looking for a hero
The outside brown, the inside a mural
Fantasizing 'bout diamonds in her earlobes
Late teens year old, need for dinero
Insecure, felt naked to the real, seeing
Other girls playing games in the field
Need a shield, she’s so in love with the thrill
And tryna make a mil offa hundred dollar pills
Learn all the codes and learn all the drills
And know which hand she should use in a deal
Lost every smile, even hardened her chin
Misguided thought corners turned boys into men
She called up a relative to go for a run
Instead of stand in two words, she’d rather lay in one
She called up a relative to go for a run
Instead of stand in two words, she’d rather lay in one

[Hook]
She was seventeen and she met Will
She only wanted his love
But she got a mean, mean, mean hustler man
And when momma said, “girl, you’re too young
It’s a wild, wild, wild, wild world”
The lights on her...shone so bright

[Verse 2]
Heart racing, leaned in the front seat
Felt godly, a tag-team army
The driver had a fist full of rings
And a thick gold chain, chrome shoes on his feet
Driving by slow, every block stand staring
The girl fell in love with that, both eyes glaring
Seen the respect, first view of the action
Admired the way that his clothes all matching
Complete switch from a life with no passion
His ride felt like an essential to her blackness
Hitting every zone, scattered through the ave
The life is why it's twenty five large in the bag
Picking up strangers, looking like a cab
A couple handshakes for a block and a half
Every transaction made her feel fresher
This was something she ain’t learned in a lecture
The day getting hotter, it wasn’t really sweet
Customers smelling from they head to they feet
Babies at home while they high in the street
No lie, walking 'round with a smile, missing teeth
With all of that known, she still felt grown
Could’ve slept in that Lincoln, she ain’t wanna go home
With all of that known, she still felt grown
Could’ve slept in that Lincoln, she ain’t wanna go home

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
The driver had a fantasy, it all became clear
Ate good every day and appeared debonaire
Concerned with the now, blind to the outcome
Chill, throw bills in the night when they route done
Pitching felt good, living quiet so bad
No future for the lad, so he went to sell bags
Move up to pounds, Katrina’d that town
Little green on lean, little white, little brown
Known as the dope man, glam and the glitz
Celly blowing up from a few different dips
He looked at the girl, asked "what you wanna do?"
"I could set you with a phone and make a ton of moves"
"Say nothing to your friends and the fools"
He let her know that he wasn’t these other dudes
Dressed too fresh and his speech, it was smooth
Looking at the top was some shit he never knew
He thought about his life, he ain’t care if he lose
He wanna be honored, an armored with a tool
Love for the game and loved all the rules
Everyday his name rang and he proved
Four-wheel coasting, he grind for the pay up
But didn’t like the stress on his world when he wake up
All too normal for his day-to-day make up
But all of his life he wanted to be a gangsta