Vinny Crook$ - M.O.N.S.T.E.R [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I find myself saying fuck rapping, I need the bread now
If what I write down, ain’t getting spread around
I’ll put the mic down, I don’t want the crown
Rather get a tech with loaded rounds
Stain your block, fuck being Big fuck being Pac
Squeeze the trig wigs get popped, should I be copping Ox
Thirty zips, water and E, to sipping Henny on the yacht
Park it on the dock, with my Nia Long giving me bop
Fuck Hip-Hop, times is janky, I need that fast banking
These MC’s is watered down, shipwrecked, they planking
See my youth was taken, i’m Satan with angel wings
Copped my SR9, might slide with the angel wings
On that Rolls Royce, this is bad meets evil no Royce
Ain’t your average jargon, quoting past the margin
I’m past a Martian, keep it three hundred like a Spartan
Flew to Harlem 124th and Lennox, where my uncle was dwelling
A quiet storm, at night writing raps next to cap peeling
Old timers staggered off the Smirnoff with scars unveiling
In Florence near Compton my cousin banged blocks
And slanged rocks, and banged Glocks
Blood sweat and tears, homie I ain’t cripping
Mysterious cars rolling up asking how you clicking
Where you from? Where you stay? Patna is you kidding?
If I say the wrong answer the punk might start drilling
Aim something at my temple, i’m looking for survival
Stuck here with a loaded pistol in front of my rivals
You can’t maintain greatness, if your heart resides next to Satan
No time to stop the runway, I gotta dream i’m chasing
And i’ve been waiting, yeah i’ve been waiting to find you
Please forgive me, my trigger finger itching and my passion
Is a diamond in the trash and i’ve been think of chances
If you knew me i’m brightening my future to advancing
Modern day Malcolm, get out my pocket, put some vigor in your logic
I got fire in the cockpit, wishing my priors were non-existent
I was stripped from fantasies when I seen my first lick
She took my pacifier replaced it with sherm stick
Writing melodies and silently vibing to the sirens
Hypnotizing, hoo riding down memory lane
And murder was the case, those screams’ll forever replay
If I was from the jects, with my cousins I would've sold rocks
I would've been a Monster like Kody Scott, Amen