Youngin - Respect For My City [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Youngin]

It's D.o.C what the fuck you think
Pockets so fat they fill up banks
Step in the room, haters give me so many gas faces
I could fill up tanks
Y'all don't rank but I'm lapping niggas
So far ahead that I'm after niggas
On the track, so I can't let a man
Defeat me like a captured nigga
Fuck that and fuck you I trust none and love few
I'm number one and number two
Wife the game now I'm sonning you
On every track I spit facts
So I stand out like albino blacks in pink hats
They shouldn't have game me the green light now I don't know how to act
Try to keep up cause I'm on the move
Destined to win though I'm born to lose
Surrounded by hoes and they gon' choose
So I slide in that thing like a horn in a shoe
Know the man cause he in this bitch
D.C. lets kill this shit
Lincoln Heights I represent
When you getting dollars you ain't gotta make sense
Wale, he lotus flower, I fire flower like Mario
And leave the microphones body broke
I make the booth my potty ho
And sh-sh-sh-sh-shit on beats, 24-7, 52 weeks
Everyday I run this shit no in-between's, ya'nah mean

[Hook: Youngin]

All I want is some respect for my city
Even if I have to sacrifice my all just to get it
D.C., yeah I do this for y'all
And I am just a vehicle that's moving for y'all (2x)
(tell them again nigga)

[Verse 2: Youngin]

I turn heads when I walk through
Outfit sharper than a sharks tooth
Girls thinking I'm a mixed dude
But I'm all nigga like the movie Roots
Micheaux in the game and I plan to stay
God MC, nigga, learn to pray
Hunt the game, I know your face
I know where you live, yeah I learned the prey
Rap skills like I'm forty something
I got the gift like I bought me something
Still underground like I roll with Tubman
Intelligent, Lydia Liza Gutman
Chick tells me that she trying to cut
So I got another girl and they scissor'd up
I tell you when they're all liquored up
Everything goes down when they 'In Da Club'
No 50 Cent I got dollar bills
Flow so cold that you gotta chill
You can't pay your light bill
Tank on E like you buy it pills
Still, you gotta keep your head up
Chest out, and never give up
Dry the tears that you shed up
And promise to fuck their head up
Gotta elevate to another level
And don't spend your money on a icey bezel
Please take heed to what Youngin tells you
Implement, and it won't fail you
I just wanna be a better man, for my kid, and take a stand
To make sure she has a fighting chance
So she can be the ruler of this land

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Youngin]

Y-O, U-N, G-I-N, I am
Your city I fly in, but when I go home I slide in
D.C. I love you I'll place nothing above you
Extend your arms and I'll hug you
All year round I cuff you
Verbally, I'm untouchable
These non-rapping ass niggas can't fuck wit dude
I'm from the streets no Huxtable
We struggle hard and suffer too
Still made it to the tip-top
Praise be to hip-hop
We made it pass that click-pop
We still here nigga give props
I spit hot like dragons breath
Fresh prince no Jazzy Jeff
I'm on now and they mad he next
Nigga I can't help it that I rap the best
You need to step your game up
Stop stepping your lame up
Stop trying to be famous
I spit shit to cause danger
I'm known around for doing me and not trying to be Tunechi
Cornrows, loose clothes, I make you feel like it's 2 G
But that's the point of Tha Rewind
In a crowded room, he shines
In the sun, he blinds
Inside, you gon' need blinds

[Hook]