Nate - The City [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I ride, thru the city where I grew up
The city that I do love
I I I ride, thru the city where I grew up
The city that I do love

Look what the city threw up
Might be too windy for ya
Not for us
Windows dropped down lake shore
60 on the dashboard
40 on the temperature
Hot stuff
Hot box that blunt
That's fun
That youngin knowingly
Be steady blowing tree
Around authority
It ain't gon stop
Call me cocky
Just don't call me late for dinner
Playful sinner
Sacred l know
Hotter than Diablo
Out in cabo
With a side note
And a five point surrounded by candle
It's been known since elementary
Music meant to be my expertise
It's in my soul
On the table it's a center piece
Writing in the galaxies for centuries
My ancestors mentioned me in the hieroglyphs
Bitch I'm hot shit
Yeah I'm high as shit