Troy NōKA - S-type Memories [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

TROY NōKA:

Stuck in the past in love with my vintage jag
Forest green with the Caramel dash
That shit classic

In 2006 I moved mountains
Drove from Kansas City with nothing but good plastic

Bad habits, guilty of the blackness
Lucky I wasn't on
Judge Mathews


Didn't pay them loans
Fuck classes
Now I'm looking classy
Troy Gatsby

These niggas hating on me like polices

But these hoes keep distracting me
From Increasing
I'm just tryna shine nigga flow hot fevers
I don't fuck with bitch niggas...that's my thesis

I don't fuck with bitch niggas...that's my thesis

I don't fuck with bitch niggas...

In my jag
Going 80 on route 80
Tryna get home
If the real die young
Then I ain't got long
Put that on my tombstone
In the game
Tryna take over the world like
Pinky and the brain
In my jag
Going 80 on route 80
Memories in the fast lane

In my s-type
My is leather so soft
Playing weezy ,can't wait to get off

Tied of working for the man
Try'na live large spend stacks in japan

Speaking of get off
I can't pay the rent off
Eviction letter on my table I just ripped off

Life feeling like a rip off
Momma asking why I dip off
Ain't nothing back in Kansas
I rather take my chances

Next week I get my advance in
Couldn't pay rent cause I had to pay my jag and

That's the cost of stunning
Before you have it
Chilling with Jacksons Austin in the wagon
He didn't have to say a word and he was bragging
I told the dealer hold that I had to cop it
I should of kept that 10,000 dollars in my pocket

In my jag
Going 80 on route 80
Tryna get home
If the real die young
Then I ain't got long
Put that on my tombstone
In the game
Tryna take over the world like
Pinky and the brain
In my jag
Going 80 on route 80
Memories in the fast lane

Still on my way to Austin
But I ain't going back broke nope nope

Can't let my kinfolks down
My family line on the line

I'm the last of my kind

My dad had one king then he died
Now I feel like he my guide on the ride

Being nice all the time is suicide
These rappers ain't shit without a co sign

Oo

Lord be my strength now
Cause the devil tryna cut my light down
So many souls been sold for the lifestyle
Temptations increasing with the height
Purify my soul
Greed leave me
Purify my goals
Illuminate my roads

In my jag
Going 80 on route 80
Tryna get home
If the real die young
Then I ain't got long
Put that on my tombstone
In the game
Tryna take over the world like
Pinky and the brain
In my jag
Going 80 on route 80
Memories in the fast lane