SL¥TE - Amnesia [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
(I don't want this-I don't want this on my head)
(Okay)
(SL¥TE WORK, what you thinkin' about?)
(I'm done doing this)
(Do it again?)

[Verse 1: SL¥TE]
(SL¥TE WORK, what you thinkin' about?)
Evidently work, put this dick in ya mouth
Heaven sent me first, so I never got the verse in person
Guess the message still trickling down
(Get the fuck out of here)
So while I'm waitin' for that
Let me get off my ass and make a fuckin' grip with this rap
I used to cop a sack so a nigga don't spazz
But without it I been spazzin' on emaculate tracks
And I still smoke
Keep me in my fuckin' zone when I feel low
Low key killin' niggas dreams, yea I kill slow
Low key dickin' in between, how it feel ho
Then uh-oh! niggas gettin' agitated
When I make a fuckin' track, you should be happy I made it
When I'm droppin' them hits, don't get to coppin' the fifth
Get to noddin' ya head, and get to poppin' with this

[Chorus: SL¥TE]
I think I copped amnesia
Cause I don't remember you there
Off rip, we ain't feeling you here
Numb to you niggas, numb to you niggas, numb to you niggas
Ain't nobody fuckin' with ya
I think I copped amnesia
Cause I don't remember you there
G shit, we ain't feeling you here
Numb to you niggas, numb to you niggas, numb to you niggas
Ain't nobody fuckin' with ya

[Verse 2: SL¥TE]
Man I'm trying to put my city on some new shit
This the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
All the game I spit, all them thangs I hit
And I still harass motherfuckers to play my shit?
And silver spoon? What the fuck do you think?
'07, '08 nigga my fridge was blank
You was playin' hanky pank across the street in paint
While I was paintin' pictures of my landlord with a shank
One dead, two dead, three dead, four
Four dead, five dead, six dead more
How much rent do it take until a nigga living straight
Why them bitches got to hate, let me get this money
One stack, two stack, three stacks, four
Four stacks, five stacks, six stacks, more
How much bank do it take until a nigga living straight
Why them niggas got to hate, let me count this money
I be at it for weeks
And bitch nigga I ain't matchin' ya peak
A lot of you weep because a lot of you weak
A lot of niggas ain't rich because a lot of you sleep
But not me, oh no not me
But please, don't take my word for it
Ask the streets (evil laughter)
You sleep

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: L$G]
Man, runnin' around trying to jog my memory
She saying somethin' about~ nut in her mouth
If heaven sendin' messages, I'd be stuck in the ground
For a grip, and I ain't fuckin' around
Feet all in the dirt and my mind stuck in the clouds
Vice versa, ma I got what you need right here
Me and SL¥TE work, tell her give me the green light first
Said what I'm doin', it seem like work
I leave my kitchen with two broken ass wrists
And now everybody smokin' that shit
I got the white kids in rehab, light skinned-ed need that
Dark niggas parked in the front, where my front
(They need that)
Day out and day in at any day inn that we can stay in
Dope sales at the hotel
I can finger paint a pin up, fiends playin' pick up
Caught up in this shit, what? We brought up in this shit
Give me some

[Chorus 2x]