MeekMeL - Try Seventeen [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Angry Mum Yelling)

[Verse 1]
Grindin' erry-day, can tell that's what we made for
Why be broke; make this paper, what's the wait for
Feel like I been here before; no debates or
I should take a seat back and hope that I never age more
Stuck on my four-poster, play me the lazy song
Type of Money yeen' do shit and spend in tons
Feel like I miss those happy days, guess my timing's wrong
They say Meek too young for this then I ask when the time gon' come
Yo Jesus! See what bars done made me become
Rapgenius! With my team I'm history that's begun
Most-Dope Freestyle. . Live on iTunes store
Flows too smart, I think y'all gonna need a tutor
Dad was a lie, he prolly had a two-tone
Until I'm finished, I'm never walking in no shoe store
Until we make 'em, we we keeping it 100 . . . No stop!
Until I'm heard, imma keep screaming to tha' Rooftop
A nigga want that type of money falling like leaves from a loquat
Ice on my wrist; Partying with Iced Champagne we bout to pop
Only fucks with real niggas, no broke niggas
I'ain't joking when I'm tryna be the GOAT nigga!
Haha! I'm talking "Greatest of All Times"
New York Times! Listen to these New York Rhymes
New York's mine; nigga with a New York mind
Pick-Up Lines, you know we be pushing dimes
Cyber-crimes . . . you know I don't give a damn!
High-Roller! In this game you know that we tha' champ
Street Niggas . . . Hustle's only thing we understand
Doing Overtime, tryna' raise me 50grands
My mind's made up. No pain a nigga can't withstand
On the road, be it smooth or a quicksand
Fuck y'all! This a'int no fucking reprimand
Sold Out! I bet the streets making more demands
I'ont like you man! Shoutout to my big-mummy
Seventeen! Only care bout the green money

[Interlude]
..Only care about the green Money (X2)
That's why we hustlin' everywhere we go
Yo Flamez! take this shit back!

[Hook]
• 1-2 . . get this Money, ain't giving no fucks, worried bout' nothing
We bout' that life, yeah we bout' that lean . . All this talk bout' Rap,I'm the greatest ever seen
• 1-2 . . get these Benjis, ain't giving no fucks, worried bout' nothing. Shit's taking too Long, can't wait forever . . Try Seventeen! nigga . . . . you know we gettin' better

[Verse 2]
Money! Money! All a nigga cared about
We was young, Ill lucks . . money going out
Money going out, grindin's still Paramount
Running round, still puttin' on gold wrap-arounds
This a rap game, we headed for the battleground
When them cops show, you know its a underground
Show up! Chasing niggas with a greyhound
Tall black nigga, born and birthed in the West-Bound
We hardly home but we reppin' to the fullest
Like the Trill-matic, shawty you know I'm the Illest
Protest! The only way a nigga gon' eat
Never going broke . . I mean I'm never going off-beat
Tryna raise a home, you know we never taking backseats
This tha' life we chose, you know we stuntin' doing back-flips
STOOOP! (yeeeeeaah!) That's ma ad-lib
MDG! Ain't nobody fuckin' with'ma clique

[Hook]

[Outro: Lil' Saint & Meek]
1-2 get these Benjis, ain't giving no fucks, worried bout' nothing
Shit's taking too long, can't wait forever . . Try Seventeen! I prolly sound like Lisa. Whatever! Yeeeaah! Hahaha!
(Get outta here Saint)