Troy NōKA - DM$C [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

TROY NōKA :

Shout out to everybody talking shit
I run this
Yaw can just walk and trip
Aerobics
Gotta make my money stretch
Grind like I never seen a meal
But my tummy stretched

Hold up
Aye my swag like I piss diamonds
I shit crystals
I spit timeless

On the road to riches
And my stacks rising
I don't burn bridges
Cause it's cash behind me

Damn
I know you mad
I'm fucking awesome
You fucking that?
'
But it ain't always, always about the riches
But damn a nice frame compliments a picture

Well don't it?

I guess my status change
You ain't seen the diamonds in my fucking chain?
They say money changes real niggas to fake
But I just got mine on so you know a nigga ain't

I guess my status change
You ain't seen the diamonds in my fucking chain?
They say money changes real niggas to fake
But I just got mine on so you know a nigga ain't

Here's a little story about a boy with ambition
Seen them ballers eating shrimp, an taught himself to go fishing
Now he got his own, own something is the mission
I be spitting that uplifting shit martin luther depicted

Damn
I know they sad
I'm fucking winning
You doing bad

Shades always on like its sunny where I'm going
Haters in my rear view but it's like I never saw em
But it's like I never saw em

Damn I guess my status changed momma
I guess my status changed momma


Money changes real niggas to fake
But I just got mine on so you know a nigga ain't

I guess my status change
You ain't seen the diamonds in my fucking chain?
They say money changes real niggas to fake
But I just got mine on so you know a nigga ain't


(put your shades back on)

Truespeech get em!


TRUESPEECH:

I heard it said the dollar don’t make the man the man works for the dollar

But how much further does one stretch just to put a pinky on that piece of change

Living in a age where folks tirelessly daily focused on the material that can be bartered with a piece of green

Giving up anything in exchange for change in excess

Nothing being held back I’m speaking souls for sale to live in a hell wrapped heaven on Earth

Building castles on infertile dirt

Destined to crumble

Dollars don’t buy sense

But the wise fool said without it he was able to cop a lifetime supply of stress

Draped in doubt

It’s a mess deserving of a mass cleansing

Kids being led to believe as soon as their eyes are open to see that money makes the world go round around

You gotta have it to cop some pride or esteem

Growing up to believe that without the cream you’re nothing more than a peasant

And with it

There’s nothing that can be bought

But to invest your heart into it providing all that one needs

Sounds like a tale ending tragically

The winds of the future past & present whispered

Just like the cowrie shell, copper, silver and gold

The bank note better known as the dollar bill will eventually go