Xali - The Great [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Soul Flow
House slave shit

New reflection on my transition
I'm LeBron at the rim
See I bam different
Pass me the rock, that's the beat
Leave your stance twisted
Heathens in hell that has to understand scripture
Uh
Silver chains, diamonds in it
Watch his focus change as he keep your mind conflicted
Compact your brain with appeal, now they time living
Predicted time in prison from using crime to fit in
Cause they got no options
They pushing to move with no caution
Cause you know the streets close coffins, more than so often
Steady standing with no posture
You'll never live by the order that you see souls lost in
A closed conscious
Closer to the uncommon
Crushing up and crumbling cannabis to feel concept
Chilling at the cusp of corrupt to kill 'em all by the bar
Gotta turn the feelings off in the dark
So realness when you talk my nigga
Respect the walk, my nigga
Speak out of line, outlines from chalk from triggers
Never stalk like bitches
We ain't watching you fuck boys
Aggression niggas never avoid, you know they tuck toys
Jamming to this beat like a juggernaut
Aiming for the top, you niggas can chase the other spot
See dealers send a bad bitch to they brother block
For info, like undercover cops
By letting panties drop
Monumental, puffing piff projects potential
High credentials
Destiny through my dental
Blowing O's to a chick for marijuana, turn to comers
And I get a fat cheque for every comment
Calm conflicted contest
I keep it constant
I'm losing patients
I need the conference
Nina, come and push my placement
Bullet for higher faces
THC traces on the weapons we pull from hatred for fucking racists
One God, one nation
See the cost of faking
Juvenile murder cases
Young hookers on day shift
Getting Glocks stuffed in your face man
Tryn'a get your numbers up
Jordan stuck on space jam
Speaking out of place might end up with a toe tag
New suit, new box up in some old sad...
Free ceremony, that you'll never get to witness
Congregation full of killers, led by Christians
See the future pictures of your old bitch
Chilling
With all your villains and your old snitch
Feeling the same niggas that got your soul stitched
Why you laying cold? Slow a road in your own ditch
See, this life is crazy
Now Judas is playing with ya baby
Laying with your lady
Pacing in your Mercedes
Making bills off the same block that your kids play
Send a couple rocks your kid's way
Fuck 'posed to do 'bout dealing with the bullshit
Fuck it
Blow my mind off a few clips
Your fist for chicks
Dumb shit I never said
Told you, I got the fuel my nigga
I searched the pool for bigger
Ain't no pussies rob me, that's more like seawater
Better check that homeboy before you see the alter
Now get your seed alter and watch your family tree falter
Immaculate conception clogged up
Your fate fogged up
Most you niggas so commercial it's some puppet shit
Tell me you don't notice the struggling. Do the government?
People forced to hustling since they know ain't no way they ever touch this shit
We're for the starved, hit the fucking strip
Niggas get to tucking grips
Talking any means, many schemes
For the plenty cream, petty scenes
See a nigga make you bleed for the penny dream
Best believe, cuff a clip at your quarantine, my nigga
Yeah