Thiswae - Outside [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Thiswae]
Yeah
(Uh huh)
This ain't Nothin' but some Ghost Life shit
(Aye)

[Verse 1: Thiswae]
Money motivated, get it cause I know they hate it
Put that on my kids nigga, never wrote a statement
Never back down from no war, I'm a soldier baby
Wit my team no keeping score, we circulate the paper
UGR/Ghost Life no room for you haters
Spend yo dollars on barber college, you still can't fade us
Fuck anyone nigga out here who feel like he made us
Played the game like a pro, now I'm up in the majors
Rest in peace to all my niggas who can't see this
And free my niggas fighting cases, hope they beat em
My young heathens itchin looking for a reason
Look around you it's that season, niggas watching while you eating
Remain solid, stack yo bread, and invest it wisely
Keep it playa, don't be out here with that Bill Cosby
Mandatory check a ticket, like my nigga Mozzy
Stop that and I might catch a body, for real


[Chorus:Thiswae]
I'ma keep this Shit 100 'til I'm 6-feet
If we ain't talkin bout a dolla you can miss me
Keep yo mouth closed cause this shit deep
Stick to the code never switch seats
It's all about the hustle all about the grind
All about that body when it come that time
Is you gone get yo burner or gone run and hide
Know what you sign for when you come outside

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Huuuh, Poppin' on this side of the field , you
Ain't related to a gangsta shit you prolly get
Killed
Before i graduated Jr High my potna got
Killed
Went to his wake & seen his face like on
My momma it's real, yea (huuuh)
It's drillas in the field that let it blap often
The team will pluck you for mean muggin'
& mad doggin' , mad doggin
I rode the bitch for a season , But shit I'm
Back ballin', back ballin
& These hookers keep callin like i owe 'em
Somethin', hello
My cougar bitch is 30 somethin' on her
Way to 50
Her fendi purse is full of plenty 'til i leave
It empty, i leave it empty
I can't remember the last time a bitch
Kissed me I don't fuck around i got a
Gram & let her buss it down
I'm comin' down off these uppers I'm
Finna pop a downer
These niggas gossip like boppas so
I don't talk around 'em
It's a cheap conversation if you ain't
Talkin' thousands
It's all chedda though lets talk about it
, shit

[Chorus:Thiswae]
I'ma keep this Shit 100 'til I'm 6-feet
If we ain't bout a dolla you can miss me
Keep yo mouth closed cause this shit deep
Stick to the code never switch seats
It's all about the hustle all about the grind
All about that body when it come that time
Is you gone get yo burner or gone run and hide
Know what you sign for when you come outside