Steve G. Lover - 285 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yeah, A-town, what's up
Young Steve, Stone Mountain
Childish, lemme get 'em
What up
Listen

[Verse 1]
Young Steve, nigga
Stone Mountain, real nigga
Play your cards right, man
And I'mma have to deal with you
Nigga, all these bucks lookin' like a clean cut
We grew up in the dirty dirty
Now I'm 'bouts to clean up
Young D-boy, losin' our religion, now it's back
When I used to get my braids done with ?
It was right on ?, me and my nigga Kel
Broke as a joke, but we laugh, cause we livin' well
Split a chicken sandwich, it was just a dollar
Then we parking lot pimp at the atrium, an hour
Then we go and hit the club
Three blunts in my pocket
Only 16, sneakin' into Club Chocolate
Fake IDs, me and my nigga T
Then we head home and the clothes smell like nicotine
High schooler, but you couldn't tell me shit
We was chillin' at the blue flame, bitches on our dick
What up
This real shit, tell me if you know about it
We in ? home, smokin' with the lower housing
Nigga Dean had the green, he could front a mountain
Just a shoebox, niggas didn't have accountants
Fast forward, now we chill sippin' cocktails
With a few freaks, man they all come from Rockdale
Reminiscin' with my niggas on them block ?
Smokin' like Jamaicans, eatin' good ox tail