Rez Proph - The Price Of Gold [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1: Rez Proph

Mama was a peasant tryna raise a king out the slums she was slaving in/
Gave a grin through it all/
Brave lady/Raven in the sky type fly/
Her praise made me save a hymn/
For when she threw the ball/
And said 'hey baby,play to win'/
The ball's in your court, dream but don't oversleep/
When falling short fall clean and grown over peeps/
And all in all force means to roam overseas/
For my desire to be internationally known over beats/
So I'm out here tryna make it work/
In the midst of these girls who make it twerk/
For the pearls and the worlds evil/
I twirl lethal in a whirlpool of hurl/
From faded nights and bright lights that curl with referral people/
A thorough equal to the countries greatest rappers/
Waiting for half a chance while trying not to lose myself cause/
The devil checking price tags on souls/
And I'm tryna settle cheques I might have on gold/

Hook
It goes one for the money/
Two for the show/
Three for the fact that we don't love these hoes/
Four for the flow/
Five for the four/
Six for the grind and the price of Gold

Verse 2

Mistah Maliq