PHZ-Sicks - Coming Down [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Brothers and sister
Now I see you got your boots on and glasses on, looking real good out there
But, I like to introduce you to a smooth type brother that goes by the name of PHZ-Sicks
He represents Northern Virginia, Woodbridge to be exact
But, before he takes you there
He wants to give you the skinny on where he came from first
My main man, PHZ-Sicks, will you do the honors?

[Verse 1: PHZ-Sicks]
For four years, I was raised in Mississippi
Fried chicken and some collard greens
Ham hocks in the pot, black eye peas every New Year's Eve
Looked up to my Uncles, they were the top niggas
On Sundays, it was against the law, but my Grandma was selling that liquor
That product in that pickup, Black Pride with my fist up
Grandfather wasn't around but I knew he had his fifth up
Was told never be a kiss up, be yourself, they'll get the message
As he drunk that kill lean like that place where I was born in Texas
Wassup!

[Hook: TFOX]
Stussy shorts, sneakers clean
Leaning checking out the scene
Instagramming taking flicks
Riding 'round, talking it
Brother, where you wanna go?
You know the club don't close to four
Let's party til we can't no more
Mmm, because

We're coming Down
We coming down, my brother
We coming down
(repeat 6x)

We're coming Down
We coming down, my brother
We coming

[Verse 2: PHZ-Sicks]
The V in the DMV is always in me
Feeling regal when I hear them horns, that's just the Pharaoh that's in me
Fast-forward to the present to that cute girl in her Lexus
Who right now is straight flexing and saying
(Uh, boy, that's my shit) Hold up!
Jumping out that window
See you don't know what we been through
Cats trying to hide that pain through the smoke and mirrors of that indo
I do this for my kinfolk, I do this for my art
Sacrificed, too many Kali Ma niggas in the game who don't have the heart
To, speaking it how it needs to be spoken
They talk shop but their business closing
They weren't bout it bout that life, so I guess there was a limiting to your knowing
You don't know and, you must be joking
Homey, what the hell's you smoking?
Keep fucking around, I lay two hands on your face like Macaulay Culkin
Wassup!

[Hook]