Uptown XO - Just Cuz [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
They need help but they shit
We self sufficient
It ain't my upper lip
Y'all niggers smell suspicious
Now where we go the things go boom
Forty degrees below, we so(?)
Sporting with thieves
And I don't want nada but a lot of commas
Mama got bills keep worrying me
And my bitch keep nagging
I pray everyday
My soul tell me keep asking
My Aunties fasting
I'm probably faster
Been running the same pace
I learn through travel
Put us in the same place
Will burn through half 'you
We not in the same race
We go right past them and over they heads
So Imma talk about my life, and my city instead
Where the cops harass every black nigga with dreads
And oh yeah
Whack rappers, consider them dead
The line was blurry but the grey area, it is clear
Oh Yeah

[Hook]
Just cause I, love my niggas
I shed blood, for my niggas
Let a nigger holla, Where my niggas?
All I wanna hear is, Right here my niggas


[Verse 2]
They say keep saying the shit on your mind
I say I will and I get on my grind
I may win a Grammy and piss on the prize
Okay, Im Just dry but uh, I just jotted
Down the first thing that came to my mind
AB made this beat, let's define
Menaces we the fliest niggers on our side
The more soldiers you bring is gon' die
You here but not seen
You like WiFi
And them niggas you with, believe them white lies
But dreams from the ghetto can't tell a city's story
Like I can tell you can tell you trying to be real, and failed to
(?) me and my buddies,uh
Secret society, niggers keeping it fly
Keeping it real, y'all niggers keeping it cruddy
I wear my heart on my sleeve but God beating it for me

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Impersonating thugs like X did to cops
I have a nigger doing what Jimmy did to Pac
LL and cannibus young part of an all seer
Yeah, Brothers washing they faces with they own tears
Niggers don't rap battle
They would rather throw a bullet from the Mac at you
Blessed with all the(?)
If I had to, That's when I dig
That's how we live
I make it at you, me and this bitch on my hip
They say we dope, like we at the bottom of the pot, Nope
We dope, Like we at the bottom of the top
Clientele supreme can't see us like ghost face
Your chain oh so real, but you oh so fake
When diamonds the closest you come to real shit
We gon' be running the game long as the torch is still lit

[Hook]