Yim - Suburban and White [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus]
Yo
It’s getting kind of hard to be white
Kind of hard to be suburban and white, right? (nah)
Goddamn it’s kind of hard to be white
Kind of hard, we suburban and white, right? (nah)
Look
It’s getting kind of hard to be white
Kind of hard to be suburban and white, right? (nah)
Goddamn it’s kind of hard to be white
Kind of hard, we suburban and white, right?

[Interlude: Yim]

[Verse 1]
Better get that chronic stash sacked up
Get a half chub when I see a fat ass puff
Ass in my lap and I’m happy in the casbah rockin' it
This beat’s on that, ASAP
“Yo Yimtip where ya been at? I been looking for them pot raps man!”
“Yo you didn’t even know that I got raps man
Yo you only hit me up because I know where the pot’s at”

Damn!
It’s getting kind of hard to be white, kind of hard we suburban and white, work day and night
On the blunt tip like low gas light in my whip
Burn slow like first gear in my Chevy
So heavy is our burden of earning that we been yearning for some breaks
Drinking high life and dyin' on the highway
White flight might’ve paved the way
I’m not sayin' its okay, but I’m moving to the city
East coast to LA, wine, grapes
Sweater vests, croquet, high stakes
Get your wires uncrossed boss, I’m bussin' tapes
Over state lines, blow up tracks like I’m McVey
No I can’t get any whiter, no toothpaste
And everybody gotta eat holmie, soufflé
Tryna ride in that drop-top no toupe
Can’t keep it clean though, word up to Lupe
I’m Richie Cunningham, in Happy Days
They’re playing me like Catch Phrase
Sayin' that I’m too fake
When I’m busting out two chains
It’s king ice… and I think its kind of nice
Yea, we can do this shit like all night
Doors, windows, locked air tight like, right?

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

[Verse 2]
But, but, but, but
I bet you didn’t know I’m turnin' up, and I’m burnin' up, think you heard enough? Sucker what?
Come and get enough, come and get a blunt, come and get a cup
Come and get a dubfall off then we getting up (coughing)
Hack, and an asthma attack sucks
Nugs in your lap, get that ash out
Get that ratchet cashed out, then pack it back up
Then play it back, if the neighbors give you jack getting jacked up
(yup)

Back in school dude didn’t rap much
Now im in the bathroom, got the toilet backed up
Flow like a typhoon mixed with a mac truck
New god flow, Lot, get your sister act up
Keep the grass cut, take the trash out
Politic too much you gon pass out
So many pills that the crib is a stash house
Up in white bars till the kid gets cashed out

Better hurry home if it’s black out
Or if you’re blacked out better go the cab route
Rollin' through hoods no good pullin' macs out
“I don’t have cash and my credit card’s maxed out!”
Either way, I keep my taxes paid
Cause both faces to me look like new slaves
Its like life’s after my hype new Nikes
Kinda tight, but its hard to keep the check-mark white

[Interlude]

[Chorus]

[Outro]