Russiani - 4/5 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Russiani]
4/5 nigga, yeah...
4/5
4/5 nigga, yeah...
4/5
I spent 4/5 racks on my first check
4/5 racks on my fourth check
I spent 4/5 racks on my sixth check
Damn, I did that a hundred times and you ain't made shit yet

[Verse 1: Russiani]
Niggas talking shit, but they ain't saying nothing
Niggas talking shit, but they ain't doing nothing
You ain't on shit, lil boy stop fronting
My gram like the X-games, cause a nigga keep stunting
Duffle bag and my backpack
On and off a private leer
Dropped out of college after one semester
Did all this in a year, I guess I'm well prepared
I'm ahead of my time, pulling up with the crew
Got a chauffeur driving, Gilly wrist cost a coupe
You see the pretty girls smiling, you wanna fuck with us too
YKE over it all, boy they just loving the crew
No hook, let it fade I come straight back
Spending racks someone put me in a stray jacket
Shit I'm good, boy I came up out of St. Pats
Pushing weight at a time I had to slang that
Someone tell that talent agent I ain't fast bucks
Nigga fifty for a year? I made that last month
Dropped out, teacher said that's mad dumb
Postcards every week, this shit is mad fun
Eyes gleaming wonder where I get the swag from
Where the tag from, now you mad huh?
Can't no fashion nigga help you, this a 1 of 1
Hand painted cost you thirty-five-hundred ones

[Verse 2: Jerry]
This where I kill em on some other shit
Deuce watch, Rollie on the other wrist
I ain't drop shit, tell em wait until the Summer hit
We ain't drop shit, Jerry really on some other shit
Hol' up wait a minute lemme come again
Gotta get the last out, Art Lord coming in
R3 flame, pussy nigga bring the oven mitten
Shawty felt the wave said she ain't felt nothing since
YKE my nigga
It's we my nigga
Shots if you ever play me my nigga
Please my nigga, it's too ease my nigga
You Mobley my nigga, I'm KD my nigga
I'm swag surfing, boy I ain't even touch rap surface
Forget who the pastor is
I'm the Wick savoir, you missed last service?
I see you looking mad nervous
Just inked something feeling mad straight
My last tape still getting mad play
If it ain't his raps straight, or the tracks great, keep your snaps straight
Tweeting gossip that's mad gay
Your corny jokes gon bring a bad day
Your newest Benz, boy that was last May (3x)
...Whatever
Toast to the fact that my youngin' rapping
Frank Lucas nephew don't fuck with rap
I sacrifice with this, so you could fuck wit that
But it's the hustler in you, can't fuck wit that