Trade Voorhees - Afterlife Music [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Trade Voorhees]

Mo money, Mo problems
Easy to say to someone who's got none
Life sucks like the dialogue in Top Gun
(Gun gun)
Gunnin' for death at mach one
Never got the chance to live like Pac's son

If I die, nobody would mourn
I'm unborn

All I wanna do is music 'til my clock runs
(out)
Instead I'm staring down the barrel of a hot gun
I think my brains a safe place to put a hot one
Tell my folks I'm sorry
Leave the mess for when the cops come
Blood pourin' out my nose like snot runs
Tell the world all I really wanted was some props son
Guess it's hard to make it in hip hop, Huh?
It's more to it than metaphors and hot puns

I just wanna see the day I sign a major deal
I'd tell my family not to worry about the bills
Tell 'em I got it chill
But that's just unreal

Ain't nobody gonna spend a mil' on a Datsun

[Break]

Look
I smoke the trees to function
I don't do it to party
I got a problem with attention
Like a bad bitch

I don't do the shit all day
Like Bob Marley
And carrying could get you
Into stupid bad shit

Like I remember just a little pipe
The homie had
Almost landed us in county
For a fuckin' week

Holice can't track down
A rapist up in the streets
But I got a bag of weed
And get harrassed quick

Wish I could speak on rapists
Cause that's sick
Hope they end up in hell
Suckin' they dad dick
Or something so grotesque
They get mad sick

And projectile vomit out
All of their insides
Voorhees been wise
I'll write it on the wall
With this bullet in the chamber
Like a crayon
I will fall to the floor
For you to explore Voorhees throughout
So you know he was the illest
Motherfucking dude out...
Of this
World...

Go!

[Hook]
Afterlife music
I'm 'a die to it
Lived my life trying to put a knife through it
Got dark for a minute
Had to ride through it
This is my music
Afterlife music