PriceCa - The Grove (Prod.By RatoBeatz) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The Grove Lyrics:
Written by Price


Come check us out, keep the pits around with no leash
Keep 6 homie ain’t nothing safe in these streets
From the west-end, sometimes I’m down in that east
Understand, if you're fronting better be cash in advance
Yea man

I don’t check for nothing, don’t ask no permission
Could tell I don’t give a fuck, lil wayne deposition
I’m on that wilson, about to pull up to that station
On my grind I’m never patient so much on my mind
Got no time lets get it

Repping the logo on top of my fitted, shitting on niggas
Niggas you finished, witness, how I deliver the flow
Look how the skin complementing the gold
I need them bands that are to big to fold
My soul? colder then 90 below, my goal? double up
Triple the doe
Hip hop ain’t dead bitch it lives in the uh… (north)

I know some niggas going hard up in their city
Chopped it up then we linked up like Bitly
When real niggas clique up you know the outcome, Big money
On the block since 89. I done took the shit world wide
Yea man


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You know I ain’t trying to make history repeat
A couple left it to the system and that left them on the street
I got a keep that money coming in
Just got a cheque… man it’s time to make it double then

Man this the grove, baby this the grove
What you know me for? the hottest shit coming out the grove
It’s the grove, baby it’s the grove
It’s time to go, we still got some way to go


Verse 2:

I’m killing everything I’m touching with this reaper flow
Chicago crime scene, thats how I leave the studio
It’s still sad them people dying over nothing though
You know a father should never bury his three year old

Ayo, they love me, they hate me
Give two fucks if they hate, we laugh back when they dis me
We the type of niggas who turn mixtape to frisbees
They feel me, like they frisked me
About to go in promoters wave the fee for the entry

I just say it how I see it don’t lable me the masiah
Cuz either they an artist or a really good liar
Every year it’s harder to sit through all of these cyphers
Like, nigga can you go any lighter?

Keep the circle tight, keep the fam around cuz they get me
If you Jordan? around my ways I’m young Gretzky
Throw the hood up? whats wrong with engine
Keep it real them niggas pretending
Yea I’m proud to be the exception
That boy Price grind so relentless
Ahh

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