Young Chop - My Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

My Freestyle
My city is my garden.Me and niggas riding around with these rulers like garden tools.My niggas need to eat. They pockets looking weak. We need to get are collar greens.One day I won't be able to escape. My faith. When they put that 45 enstended clip to my face.But that's ok.As long that mac can still spray.If the reeper don't stop it I be safe.These streets ain't no play thang. Where we slang 8 balls/ dog food/ and that goonja because me and my niggas is on that paper chase.I heard broscy found a new crack head the other he replaced.I told that thot not to get weed from bro her weed got lasted.Now she always coming to the trap house to get a new taste