Triller - Message To The Feds [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(1st Verse)
You all tough wit a gun, but without one you a bum
You on some real bullshit, you act like we fuckin dumb
You awful quick to lunge, and beat, shoot, kill us up
Yo unlawful plot is to have us all fall to your guns
Your job to protect and serve but you doin overtime
Yo spot to detect and search for those who murder crime
You ain't shit ta us, bruh you cops is all the same
You'll skip the criminals and hunt those who ball ta fame
Without that badge, that baton, that gun, you ain't nuthin
Don't wanna use yo hands cause you think we up ta sumthin
I hear stories of y'all and wanna yell police brutality
But there's a lot of y'all, the whole crew gone be mad at me
We see y'all in y'all cars in the darkness just lurkin
Ready ta get noisy wit us like y'all was Steve Urkel
When yu shoot one of us you claim yu was just workin
Wanna lie and say that guy you sprayed tried to give yu a hurtin
I ain't with this shit, now y'all killin us for kicks and giggles
It's official you ops can't throw up y'all fuckin fists and get us
Ya'll quick to click the trigger it's a shame you bitches living
And be givin real ass niggas a sentence that won't be forgiven
Watch yo back, who you trust
Because the truth among it is they prolly workin for them bugs
Ready ta report yo ass and give you hella buzz
Wanna put someone innocent on house arrest the moment that they budge
(Bitch!)

(2nd Verse)
Aye!!
When it will it stop, when will you cops, realize
When you bust shots, you gotta job, penalize
When you cuss out, yo motor mouth, it's a bribe
Ta keep us quiet, have no riots, y'all know we got power so don't deny it
Y'all wanna take us down one by one
Fuck you cops, I don't give a fuck about no fuckin gun
I grew up in the fuckin hood so guns were like toys
Y'all make the world dangerous for little girls and young boys
Y'all use to be official and do y'all fuckin jobs right
But now you muthafuckas is wildin out and that's not right
I got insight, so I ask when is light, gone shine on this darkness
I keep my kin tight, so when shit is hype, I know where it started
You cops don't give a fuck about us, you all for power and paychecks
The people who DO respect y'all don't realize that they next
Either get beat, shot, or lied on, Bruh we can't win
Nowadays it's a fuckin shame, you'll kill me cause of the color of my skin
(Bitch!)(Bitch!)