RetcH - Product of the Block [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yo V man, nigga I just be thinkin' like, nigga shit man
I remember when back when I was a kid, nigga
You knowm sayin? like nigga with this rap shit man
You had to really be a ill nigga outside, you knowm sayin?
There wasn't no muhfuckin' internet, you knowm sayin?
Behind the muhfuckin' keyboards...
You had to really had to be a live nigga outside
You knowm sayin? It's like nigga, this rap shit weird now
You knowm sayin? this shit went to the weirdo's my nigga
The weirdo's gon' take this shit the fuck over, it's..
It's hard to be a normal nigga, much less a real nigga
You knowm sayin?

V'Don

[Verse 1]
Prolly in the S class, wavy off a benzo
Tints low, just so you could see my face
Looking like Brad Pitt in Fight Club
Hopping out the V-Ford dutch
See my lil man's, toss him a buck, it's nothing
Grab some Fritos and a Loosie, though I said I'm gon' quit
Though he short me, know I'm still on my shit, nigga
Remember leave the show and bag up work
Supply the block, so ya man's ain't hurt
I ain't think so...

(Interlude)
And when the fuck everybody become so friendly too
Ya nahm sayin? I ain't never been that friendly
I ain't never know the world to be that friendly man, nah

[Verse 2]
But all these faggot niggas rapping 'bout based
Bunch of bitch niggas taking up space
Get 'em out of here...
It's like they read my life and took a whole page
Finna start decking niggas off stage
Word to Mommy nigga...
I'm off ten, now I'm back up in the hood
Selling dope and getting money like I should
Shit is second nature...
And management saying leave this shit alone
But these fiends keep hitting up my phone
And I ain't turning down dope money...
Nah, nigga, I'm still hand to hand
Might just leave the stage and sell a couple grams
Cause I'm 'bout that...

[Hook]
I ain't never had a job, all I know is drugs
Grew around thugs, selling crack, tryna duck the fuzz
Quick to sell a fiend a [?] if I'm going broke
I really live this shit, these niggas rapping, you a fucking joke
I was serving off the block when niggas needed coke
Snatch you niggas [?] at a time when niggas needed coats
Bitch, I'm just a product of the block nigga
Shit, I'm just a product of the block nigga

[Verse 3]
This for my niggas with them goonies that'll spray for 'em
Open up the chips in the store before they pay for 'em
Live niggas [?] even gotta pray for 'em
Cause you know anyone could be the last day for 'em
You know me, prolly getting money OT
Hanging with the woman yelling "dime bag a whole P"

(Interlude)
We still not smokin' with niggas man, on past shit man
My niggas out here tryna pass blunts around, nigga
Like we in Highschool and shit and I got a backpack strapped to my muhfuckin' back nigga
Fuck old do I look nigga? ya nahm sayin? fuck outta here

[Verse 4]
And my life be cutting grams just like the iron chef
Pray for the straps, thinking where to hide the tec
We heard some pussy niggas had it up this side of town
We scoped you niggas for a week and took you niggas down
And we back in the hood doing regular
[?] start charging up my phone behind the register
White tee, du-rag, [?] swole
Front of the strip and I'm selling it whole, nigga
Bus stops all hours of the night
Had to clothesline a fiend up off his bike
He tried to short me nigga...
And police tryna slow a nigga progress
Catch me dipping on a dirtbike through the projects

[Hook]

[Outro]
I'ma tell you where shit got fucked up at man
When niggas stopped gettin' disciplined man
We finna start bringin' back wedgies man, ya nahm sayin?
We finna start pickin' these niggas draws
And puttin' it right over they fuckin' forehead man
And blindin' these stupid ass niggas, ya nahm sayin?
And they already blind enough, ya nahm sayin?
Muhfuckas finna start grabbin' niggas chains
And just punchin' niggas out they shit, ya nahm sayin?
Cause niggas is tweakin'
And niggas is just gettin' away with shit, ya nahm sayin?
Like everything is just gettin' a pardon
Everything is gettin' a pass, like it's-it's-it's...