Mari - Symphony No. 40 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Movement I]
So you tryna tell me I can't pursue the kingdom and the fortune
Already we can't afford shit
Fuck a mortgage let's just pour shit

See I'm 23 plus t years a slave
With these college loans
And ain't nothing changed the fact
That I'm a nigga even away from home

I'm tired of being a villain
While you making a killing off of our shit
I want some of my shit
Instead of seeing my fellow niggas
Coming at me to pop his
Pistol nigga stop it

We all tryna profit
I know your eyes is on the prize
But your aim is kinda off it

Dollar bill, dollar dollar bill
If my niggas don't kill me
Then I pray the dollar will
It's get rich or die trying
Better have my coffin built
Cause if I'm broke at 33
I just might not decide to live

Praying for the hitters
Praying for the dealers
Cops like can I get a witness
But bitch it ain't no snitching

Cause I'm tryna get us home free
Not killed by the police
Heaven got a ghetto
So I'm telling all my homies

I'll ball with ya
So we all ball bigger
And if you fall hard
Imma fall hard with ya
Man I swear I'll die for niggas
When the gates of heaven open
Imma fly with my niggas oh

[Movement II]
To my niggas that be living it up
To my bitches that be giving it up
And you know that we get wavey
With the drink in the cup
Let's get it on with Marvin Gaye in the cut
Is you with it or what

Uh, Stomach on E
Drink at crib and this one on me
Never let a nigga try to stunt on me
Get fresh and run up you get done on heat

Nowadays doing shows but ain't filling it up
I’m guessing that the folks cannot feel it enough
Sum up my losses and divy it up
Damn right muhfucka I ain’t giving it up

Cause he who last all life can
Speak on truth and light
I’m in my wrongs I’m in my rights
I’m in my zone when we in the night


Got a blunt and a bottle and
A lot on my mind
Cause my money in a bind
I been thinking bout crime
But been thinking bout time
Because they don't erase it nigga
Went to college and fucked up
A waste of nigga
Incarcerate and erase his figures
Now ya black ass gotta face it nigga
Cause we be the color that boost up they dollars
Cause they love when they can enslave a nigga

Vibing and bumping the truth
Tell me would I rather be in the club or the booth
In the burbs with the plug or the hood in a suit
I’m a poor rich nigga with a dream to pursue

So don't be offended
I'm tryna win it
Therefore I am not fucking with you
Society’s menace I’m bout my business
Bitch I got money to lose

And it be like nigga save me
Get yo ass back to the hood because Brenda is having a baby
Harlem is where you reside, but Chicago is where we made ya
Nigga just do me a favor
Nigga go put in that labor
Go stack your paper
Just make sure when you start eating
Save a lil plate for your neighbor

Filling my stomach with octane
Nigga from the Windy be spittin that hot flames
Fuck lyricals
I want the residuals
Wondering how to stay spiritual
It's mind over matter
But when the physical's critical

I be looking for a miracle dollar
Cause when I get old I might be broke and jobless
Got a handle on my life like Allen Iverson
Cause when I ask a question I just get silence, no answer


[Movement III]
You know the more we pray
The more we get paid

And in order to look blessed and shit
We gotta stay fresh and shit

See our ancestors had one good 'fit
For Sunday service
In the hood we do our worship
And recite ghetto bible verses like

Pray to the lord
For the diamonds and the gold
Even though I'm broke
Must keep shining on these hoes

Give our problems to the lord and pray that he fix it
Before the morning comes

But if you really wanna know the truth
Just know that

I hold my head up high
I'm feeling hella fly
But you can't tell if I
Feel hella free

I wonder if God rocked designer
And if Moses had Jordans
When he walked through that water
Did they sip on a 40

When it rained like
40 day 40 nights
Celebrating to a new life
Dreaming of the day this is true life
And that's exactly why I

I hold my head up high
I'm feeling hella fly
But you can't tell if I
Feel hella free

I'm fresh to death nigga

Fresh to the death
Yea my swag so aged
Drip drop drop
But don't mess up my wave
Some got it made born paid
Parents money saved
But a nigga gotta fake paid till I make it

Oh! Hallelujah
For that moolah for that moolah
For that moolah
Oh! Hallelujah
Oh! for that moolah

[Movement IV]
Where I'm from you either dead or in hell
I wonder if niggas feel that they live better in jail

If I was locked up
It's prolly cause I picked a Glock up
And lit block the up
Cause my fellow nigga tried to hit up my pockets

Right when I was down to my last dollar
He was down to his last hollow
We was one solution away
From the last of our problems
How the fuck we gon solve em
We got more shit going on
In the head than Dennis Rodman

I'm Black, broke, educated and paranoid
What's on my mind only Allah and the devil know it
We treat our guns like chances shit we gotta blow it
That's how it goes in Southside Illinois

Well well well
It's the same up in Harlem kid
Everybody still asking where the fucking dollar is
Pop a pill of truth homie and swallow it
We all Gods and Goddesses
I understand the time and how hard it is
But fuck popping guns let's pop a bottle shit