Prodigy X Boogz Boogetz - Ain't Real [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: KC Da Beatmonster]
Motherfuckers ain't real no more
Claiming that they cool but they hating on the low
Saying that they fam but they really ain't yo bros
The niggas out here ain't selling I know
How in the hell could you not want to win
How in the hell could you not want this paper
Hell no I don't want no new friends
Matter of fact you can keep all your favors
How in the hell could you not want to grind
How in the hell could you not want to shine
How in the hell could you not want a Rolo
With so many diamonds that you couldn't tell time
How could you not want to count this paper
Get you a crib with a elevator
Upgrade that bitch with some escalators
Add a ton of acre just to show the haters
How in the hell could you not want a Benz
How in the hell could you not want the fans
How in the hell you call yourself a rapper
Without no bars, what the fuck is you saying

[Hook: KC Da Beatmonster]
Motherfuckers ain't real no more
Motherfuckers ain't real
Motherfuckers ain't real no more
Motherfuckers ain't real
How in the hell you call yourself a rapper
How in the hell
How in the hell you call yourself a trapper
How in the hell
How in the hell you call yourself a rapper
How in the hell
How in the hell you call yourself a trapper
How in the hell

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Nigga can't level with me, I pull up
Nigga can't war with me, I pull guns
Pull on triggers, get rid of these fucks
Motherfucker, pull on smoke, get rid of my stress
They want to be me but they not though
They want to be us but they not so
Sharpen they brain, these niggas is plain
Broke for life ass nigga get paid
How in the hell do you look at your kids
How in the fuck do you look in the mirror
I ain't got time, nigga I'm blind
Def and dumb to punk shit and that's real
Serious as fuck, twenty years proving it
Gotta show a dumb nigga how I do again
Gotta cut another nigga from the crew again
We true to this, we ain't new to this
And that's old school game
Slow nigga, we dropped out and we made it
Living that life, nigga so fraud he heard shots
And dropped dead but he faking

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Boogz Boogetz]
I used to play the block at the post up
I was at the corner with the toast up
Mobbing in the hood, nigga everywhere I'm good
Tell the paparazzi come and get a close up
Yeah I used to get my piff straight from uptown
Now I'm balling like a bitch, nigga what now
I ain't never been a snitch
I ain't never ever switched
Far Rock everyday you hear them guns sound
Waiting for the damn labels to start signing me
Nowadays all these rappers want to sign to me
You should trap around the clock
Mix some work up in the pot
Now a nigga made it off the block finally
Pardon me, niggas nerves is like Carlton Banks
Throwing shots but they shooting blanks
Nah I ain't talking about a gold chain
When I'm out in MIA with my Cuban link
You a fake nigga and your shoes is fake
I been on the road, I got moves to make
Got a house by the lake, couple grand in the safe
Yeah a nigga so fly I could use a cape
I do my own thing, I got my own way
So I could give a fuck about how you feel no more
Used to be the bro, now you acting like a hoe
I guess

[Hook]