Ski Beatz - City Lights [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

City lights wherever you are
I'm solely drifting into New York

Yo, everybody want to be heir to the throne
They like, "Wait till I get it"
Ain't no crown in New York cause Biggie died with it
Corona and lime's what I'm sipping

Stare at the page, configuring ways to write different
Yours and my life is in no way compatible
My upbringing would have mentally damaged you
I let the ink tell it, deep stories in my melons

Stories of perseverance, refusal of failing
Money making Manhattan turn a snot nose into a captain
Life and times told through rapping
Home of the haze there's plenty of ways to get paid

Beware of Aids, killers with no names known to spray
Pretty mommies with plenty booty
Bodegas parked outside, you got the chummy churies
Old timers playing domino, dropping jewels
If you listen then you guaranteed to glisten in it

City lights wherever you are
I'm solely drifting into New York

Uh, another worm out of The Big Apple
Where I earned my stripes like Mickey Mantle
Word to the torch held by The Statue of Liberty
You cannot un-kindle me

It's a love-hate relationship damn near
My family was lost to the cracks here
So I learned every block, observed every crack here
PO-9 finds us a very big catch here

Lights camera action
Welcome to Manhattan, the city I run laps in
Harlem through the Heights and the Bronx, son
The hood's Mike Johnson, made moves in gold shoes

Green in Oz's, Bk throughout Queens
They know the 2 Es
Victim of the system, child of the state
Overlooking the city I see my face in

City lights wherever you are
I'm solely drifting into New York

Yo, Naj the Don
Urban version of The New York Times
The city's in my every line
I project the ghetto where
Projectiles eject out the metal

Be clear, the unbalanced attitude
Will get you leveled out here
Navy blue fitted with the NY logo
Lees and a discrete Polo moving dolo

Roll with a G through this cold concrete
On these streets life's lost over Bs and Cs
Dot all Is cross those Ts, check both sides
When you cross those streets, they shoot things

Damn, I love this surface 80s, baby
Kool Herc helped birth this
Where heroes were made through heroin
Five Burgos, the most thorough in

City lights wherever you are
I'm solely drifting into New York