Sanghera - New York [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
And I got all these bitches coming out tragic
They've been living life on their knees like they think money comes from a mattress
Like that bitch me emphatic, said I won't make an illmatic
They've been packing shots at my head like they think Pacquiao's in my attic
So let's burn (Burn), burn it down till they never come back to my city
Till I brag like Hov with that Harlem Flow, radios won't say they feel me
So many labels all ripe for the peeling, start at the corner and just keep ripping
Fuck a labels and their masters, want me drooped under a ceiling
Mean god damn, damn
So I do what I can and I don't give a fuck who comes see
Slouching on lean, but that shit is not me, y'all mix with the doubt while my spoon
Dips the cream
Rising to top cause it's all that I drink, coffee and grinds only thing that I eat
I've been lost in all of this table talk and I ain't even get filled
Mean god damn, damn
So I'll put you with my sub woofers, coming through F train like we love hookers
Everyone thinks that they above Brooklyn, from Fresno to NY watch me start cooking
Hot heated with the heart of a young student waiting for the day that the slave ship not included
My greatest struggle not being white, my greatest hustle making that alright
And they call me all a vice, Carmel James and the creams no ice
Two shots and the fool lose spice, living my life no need for the lights
Living my life no need for your rights, Fuck all your shit I got them dead to rights
From the guapos and cuapos I get bitches looking at me like damn you right
So I'm NY Straight, everybody looking at eye-lines hate
Got the skylines eye-lined with my dream, I'm doing shit you can't even fake
From Fresno and guess who's late, ball just dropped I'm still shooting Jays
No Drake feature I'm still getting playing,f rom Grapevines all the way to the Bay