Moor Money - Rareform [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

Been trill 4 been trill, My bloodline bitch been real
Ville nigga I been here, 10 toes new south bitch I been trill
Rather be carried by 6 than judged by 12,I gotta get it
Niggas politic
Hide behind all they blogs and shit
Smokin' ports got a nigga stressing, My enemies flexing
Lord give a nigga blessing, All money in no restin
How I cope with the pressure, How I rose with aggression
Make a bitch nigga feel pressured
Say the wrong word I respond with a weapon
Getting passed over, Night after night
Day after day, Time after Time
Seen niggas flop now it's Moor dollar sign
Young black dollar got a zone and a 5th my nigga
Act right or get your shit push back my nigga
Not violent, 'til I get around my niggas
Been 'bout it since I was a little nigga
Minor figures, Still got designer bitches
Niggas not playa hoes Harold minor niggas
Jump ship, Niggas ballin' in the minors, Figures
Internet got u all a bunch of mindless niggas

[Hook]
(x2)
Still Homicide on my mind
Tryin to make a killin each time
Mama tell me just pray
I feel like I ain't never ever got time

But, They shootin, I'm in rare form, Still black
All black to the timbs on, All black all Black to the timbs on
But, They shootin' I'm in rare form, Still black
All black to the timbs on, All black all Black to the timbs on
But, They Shootin'

[Verse 2]

Young god body, In a wide body
SS coke white yo bitch see me prolly
Ville nigga get the money bitch we been here
Niggas lookin' at ya boy like he was never there
Every time I come around you ain't never there
Prolly on the internet you got fan there
On every platform nigga get fanfare
Taz fuck with the moor I'm the man now
Niggas lookin' at Taz for a handout
Niggas lookin' at me like I owe something
Tell me young boy nigga is you worth something
Go and get yo bitch tell that hoe to twerk something
Yellow dread head tell that hoe to jerk somethin
I keep comin' up short I wanna merk somethin
I gotta get it, Money and the power
Respect and the bitches, Young Double M double up
'Til my cup runneth over
Young ville nigga get money thought I told you
Young Double M double up
'Til my cup runneth over
Young ville nigga get money thought I told you

[Hook Moor Money]
(x2)
Still Homicide on my mind
Tryin to make a killin each time
Mama tell me just pray
I feel like I ain't never ever got time

But, They shootin, I'm in rare form, Still black
All black to the timbs on, All black all Black to the timbs on
But, They shootin' I'm in rare form, Still black
All black to the timbs on, All black all Black to the timbs on
But, They shootin'