Yung Massina - Satisfied [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Every time I make a run girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself why oh why?

[Hook]
These niggas satisfied on the porch, these niggas satisfied smoking dope
I guess they satisfied being broke
Satisfied on their dick, ain’t that a bitch?
I won’t be satisfied ‘til I’m rich – this real shit
If I wasn’t rapping, I’d be selling dope, If I wasn't trapping, I’d be kicking doors
‘cause I ain’t satisfied being broke
Satisfied on my dick, I need a lick
I won’t be satisfied ‘til I’m rich – that’s real shit

[Verse 1]
I grind in the streets and grind in the sheets
I need a mouth guard ‘cause I grind in my sleep
My mama say she knew I was the beast since the sonogram
Told her I ain’t find out ‘til they gave your son a gram
Fuck Uncle Sam, pay my tithes with them eyes
Like Deuce Bigelow, cakes and pies, cakes and pies
I bet the other side got some beautiful gardens
I’m getting sick and tired of walking into an apartment
It’s like I’m Martin – so that’s the girl next door?
And moving on up is Bruh-Man from the 5th floor?
Shit, if that’s all we got to live for
Then I’m willing to die trying to get more
A schitzo finna blow, I expect the anger
You niggas talkers, I’m a walker like Texas Ranger
I told my angel we gon’ make it, just be patient
She said even a Muslim gotta bring home the bacon

[Verse 2]
5 years from now, I just see me getting fetti
I see my whole team gucci with a bigger belly
I see a bad foreign bitch with my dinner ready
And you niggas can’t see ahead like Wizard Kelly
You petty, see I’m the type to grind ‘til I’m full
You niggas half ass like a mule
I said fuck school, so now it’s either trapper or rapper
And I ain’t taking no shorts like I’m going to Alaska
When I wake up in the morning, gotta get that dough
I gotta push that yola, gotta whip that coke
A nigga play with my money – what you did that for?
I got a truckload of hundreds but I need much more
Yeah I’m a greedy motherfucker, I got an appetite
I can’t be pacified, this where my passion lies
I need the fastest ride, I want the baddest bride
Can’t do the classifieds, I just ain’t satisfied

[Outro]
Every time I make a run girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself why oh why?
See you must understand I can’t work a 9 to 5
I ain’t satisfied