Mari - Ghetto Kool-Aid [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I used to sip beer in my daddy lap
While uncles was shooting craps
Big brother was shooting gats
Chopping crack in the trap
Just to feed his babies some snacks
Crazy to see how far you move forward
When looking back

To when boys had caught you gangless
Asking you who you bang with
You can tell em you neutral
But they may take it as snaking
You either ride with disciples
Hoover, Shorty, and David
Money power the Rangers
Just one step on the block
And you walking acres of danger
Hands cramped full of anguish
Martial arts of the banger
Just watch as I draw this pistol
A painful picture to paint ya
Saintful sinner who Aunt Je-
Mima, mindless, them pancakes
Flipping with extra lean nigga

(Syrup)

No nutritional facts to read
Litter the literature bitch
It's bitter and sugar free
Before you catch me slipping
And blast my brain, let me eat
Betty Glocker the block
Cooking food for thought for the streets

Bro said that they wanted tacos
So give ‘em shells for the beef
You can sniff out a pussy
You wet him and hear the queef

I did 4 years in a college
Sis did 5 in the P
So you treading a thin line between
Bachelors and first degree

[Chorus]
That's why the whole hood fucking with me
That's why the college kids fucking with me
I graduated up out the hood
But you graduated and now

[Verse 2]
They want me to work till 90
And sell my soul to retirement
Try it, it ain't no buying
A product of the environment

Get him out of the ghetto
But ghetto will stay inside of him
Send his ass to the east
Then down to Aussie and Bali
And bring him back to the States
And pray that nigga comply
Fuck that, my senior year
I moved some weight on the side
I used the re-up money for a suit and tie
A 9-5, Glock to Jeffersons
My piece of the pie

To see that life ain't much sweeter
On the opposite side
Getting paid for punching in numbers
Searching for purpose in life
Pulling 750 a week
That's 50k for the year
Get my black ass a couple of shows
Just to get the fuck out of here

Sick and tired of spending
Mama’s retirement money
I swear it's that goddam boy
I'm so proud of you money
Even though It's running out
I'm so tired of this mommy
I’m bout to rise to the top
So I can provide for you mommy

Looking back at the day
She screamed when I graduated
Just look at her baby boy
As he paces across the stage
Well the next time you scream mama
I'm hoping it’s cause I stayed
So I can bring you out and say
Look here mama we made it made it
The ghetto kool-aid

[Outro]