TruthCity - Outro [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse)
Aye yo B, I just ask that you pardon all of this smooth shit
But I'm drunk now and this moon lit
And my thoughts racing and lately man this booth feel like a pulpit
And this Henny lowerin' my eyes now
No tears, I'm all cried out
But we both here, not quite sure if this is meant to be but we'll find out
If it works out then you take half and you throw that shit to your daughter
I owe you all this, you my brother, though I look to you like my father
Man I look to you when it all hurts and I pray to God that this all works
Damn
I just pray to God that this all works for my mom's sake and my sister's too
She been without a job but she gettin' through
My uncle called, said he need a buck, gave my last dime and I made due
I work two jobs, man I'm focused
My conscious tell me keep going
Though I'm tired as hell, would say fuck it but I just clock in and keep hopin'
But I'm stressin' out
Every dime trynna stretch it out
Watch the weight turn to pressure now
Tell me pray but it's hard to have faith, hard to have faith
Nigga when ya bed's ya couch and you eatin' the same shit everyday
Puttin' in work just hopin, hopin' just maybe, just maybe you might get a blessing out
Man it's different from being a teen
Young, trynna stack rent, on top of chasin' your dreams
And trynna keep the lights still lit, write real shit
Why the fuck I'm still trying? Cus my sister's only 9 and her Nikes don't fit
Still I walk around like everything's fine
Man it seems now adays I'm always faded, I'm always drinkin'
Overwhelmed from just overthinkin'
I'm over waitin', ribs touchin' my heart, goddamn it I'm posed to make it
While you forced to watch, stop complaining
You had your shot and now the odds are changing
Stars aligning, I'm trynna grind so we all can make it
Fuck relying on the next man, no best friends
Man I love these boys like my brothers
Put work in and then bless my niggas till we all paying each other
Could be anywhere, man I'll fly back
Bail money, I got that
Phone bill, rent money, alimony, man all that
Shit, anything that you need boy, that's word to E. man I'm all in
Ain't shit change but the target nigga, I'm still the same nigga I've always been
Tell Pressure pick up his jack, we made decisions in the wrong moments
But I'm still down, if you come back, I'll be standin' here with my arms open
New season, man fuck ya year, this the trill shit that you love to hear
You should document this, mark this as the day that they let some real niggas up in here
Treat every track like I need rent, I'll be here long as I see fit
Only 23, think I'm good now, stick around, you ain't seen shit

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