Marc Spector - Commas (Freeverse) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

All I want
Is to make a mill
But the streets is wild
And one day my pride's 'bout to get me killed

No lie, it gets reckless
Everybody wants to front so everybody carries weapons
And on the real, it's hard to deal with the pressure
When the team's calling me like will your rep really protect us, huh

RIP to fallen brethren
But the way I feel don't make me even want to count my blessings
On the real, I'm probably hard to kill
Put the steel to my body yet my will remains godly; I'm too ill

For a shotty; they still want to rob me
Spreading lies about the boy; Bill to the Cosby
Millions are watching, rappers turn to nervous wrecks
Still popping pills; oxy, molly and them Percocets

Boy I would murk your set, spark it like I burn Phillies
Better say I Love You to your fam before it turns illy