Terrance Moore - Dreams (Of Getting Rich) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro:Terrance Moore]
Retro Nuveaux
Yeah, yeah

[Hook]
Dreams of ballin' like spalding, turned Madison Square
We sin, yeah, but we try to do right
We're having a good time
We're sipping on wine
They like me cause I rhyme
I should, but I don't mind

(It's all good baby baby) I told 'em fuck it, we good
(It's all good baby baby) Yeah, I told 'em fuck it, we good
(It's all good baby baby) Yeah, I told 'em fuck it, we good
(It's all good baby baby) I told 'em fuck it

[Verse 1: Terrance Moore]
I need an R&B chick
So when I get some R&R, she get this dick
I know it's sick, but look where I come from
The music scene died down, but niggas got mad drums
And so it seems mad dumb, but live here long you're mad numb
Where niggas tote magnums, and also tote magnums
But never use it
Babies makin' babies to '90s music
I can't knock it, but I can't choose it
I'm too young and too stressed already
I already stood too many fucking tests already, yeah
Yeah, feeling like the best already
But they probably sayin'
"Put that 'best' bullshit to rest already,"
Won't rest 'til I manifest
That which, countless times I've re-assessed
Yes, Nuveaux my tribe, we on a quest
I'm buggin' out
But I continue smoking weed cause I'm stressed, (Sorry!)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mont Doe]
Rollin' Zig-Zag blunts in my Camry
Pray to God, when I ride, shit don't fail me, (Don't fail me now)
Like a bad professor shit, life gone test ya
But in my mind, "What if finding greatness what I'm destined" (for)
I ain't tryna be 34 whippin' around Accords, cause shit
Right now a nigga could barely afford a Ford
Made a promise to myself
I'll never change for wealth
Cause karma is a bitch
Lot of times she flys in stealth
But it's all about the grind
Yeah, we got dreams of ballin' with the game on the line
Niggas think they can walk in your shoes
'Til they try 'em on and feel there's a little too much room
And yeah there's gone be some obstacles
Niggas choose a bunch of different ways to take shots at you
But it's all about how you respond, and when the clock starts ticking
Keep track of the time
(It's Doe)

[Hook]

[PreVerse]
Hello world
It's Retro Nuveaux
It's Retro Nuveaux
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
I had dreams of getting rich
Making my lane switch
Fucking a bad bitch
Let me show you what cash get
It's easy to spit, but not easy to spit great
I'm done with these mixtapes, let's make some albums
Hope the outcome, better than what happened to Malcolm
And if they down him, I bet the next one found him
Bet I drown 'em with quality, until the reaper follow me
And strangers come to cry on me
And everybody tryna be the next B.I.G. & 'Pac
I'm tryna be me
In that SLS AMG
GT, make it a 6.3
Been dreaming 'bout cars since before his name on ID
Luckily my pops ain't go into the war
He became a trucker and therefore
You know what that make me?
One cursing-ass-bad motherfucker

(Dream!)
Always remember to just (Dream!)
Retro Nuveaux