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(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
– (Rør det dritt opp, TnT)
(Ayy, JB)
– (Ayy, JB)
Yeah, yeah, uh
– Ja, ja …
Fell in love with my cup, it’s just me and my drank
– Ble forelsket i koppen min, det er bare meg og min drakk
So much pain in my heart got me numb to the brain
– Så mye smerte i hjertet mitt fikk meg nummen til hjernen
And the crackers on our bumpers, shit ain’t sweet as you think
– Og kjeksene på støtfangerne våre, dritt er ikke søtt som du tror
Loyalty for royalty, I did it all for the gang
– Lojalitet for kongelige, jeg gjorde alt for gjengen
Now here’s a message for the youth, it ain’t worth it
– Her er en melding til ungdommen, det er ikke verdt det
Niggas police, it ain’t worth it
– Niggas politiet, det er ikke verdt det
Yeah, we stand on that business, fuck around, tie up a witness
– Ja, vi står på den virksomheten, knulle rundt, binde et vitne
My past ain’t perfect, the judge handing out jersey numbers
– Min fortid er ikke perfekt, dommeren deler ut trøyenummer
Mistakes is nothing, you live and you learn
– Feil er ingenting, du lever og du lærer
I was tryna get some sleep, so I been sipping that syrup
– Jeg prøvde å få litt søvn, så jeg nippet til den sirupen
Preaching to my young niggas to lay off the pills
– Forkynnelse til mine unge niggas å legge av pillene
My baby mama text my phone like, “You got some nerve”
– Min baby mamma tekst telefonen min som, ” Du har litt nerve”
Know I come up out that bottom, I came straight from the curb
– Vet at jeg kommer opp den bunnen, jeg kom rett fra fortauskanten
Youngin asking me advice to get his paper mature
– Youngin spør meg råd for å få papiret sitt modent
My mouth told him chase his dream, but the younger child in me screamed
– Munnen min fortalte ham jage drømmen, men det yngre barnet i meg skrek
“Tell your big homie to front you half a bird”
– “Fortell din store homie å vise deg en halv fugl”
You scared, then go to church, if you scared, them crackers’ll give you life, you life
– Du redd, så gå til kirken, hvis du redd, dem kjeks vil gi deg liv, du livet
Okay, my brother back in jail, my songs leaking out, I am not alright
– Ok, broren min tilbake i fengsel, sangene mine lekker ut, jeg har det ikke bra
In 2018, my partner was eighteen, they gave him twenty years, twenty years
– I 2018 var partneren min atten, de ga ham tjue år, tjue år
If you eighteen with twenty, that mean he got more time than he fucking lived
– Hvis du atten med tjue, det betyr at han fikk mer tid enn han jævla levde
Preaching to Lil Keed, I told him try to make it to the league, get a jersey number
– Forkynnelse Til Lil Keed, jeg ba ham prøve å komme seg til ligaen, få et trøyenummer
It ain’t nothing in these streets, but graveyards and jersey numbers, jersey numbers
– Det er ikke noe i disse gatene, men kirkegårder og trøyenummer, trøyenummer
Yeah, yeah, yeah
– Ja, ja, ja
It ain’t nothing in these streets, but graveyards and jersey numbers, jersey numbers
– Det er ikke noe i disse gatene, men kirkegårder og trøyenummer, trøyenummer
Bro callin’ from the jail, he said his lawyer swapped him out (Uh)
– Bro callin ‘ fra fengselet, sa han at hans advokat byttet ham ut (Uh)
I was hollerin’ at lil’ Yayo, they gave him a dub and he did five
– Jeg var hollerin ‘på lil’ Yayo, de ga ham en dub og han gjorde fem
Still shot him with his slides on, bro institutionalized
– Skjøt ham fremdeles med lysbildene på, bro institusjonalisert
Still killin’, inmates shanked each other, I’m just happy that he survived
– Dreper fortsatt, innsatte shanked hverandre, jeg er bare glad for at han overlevde
Pay anything to get you free, you, I’m picking sides
– Betal hva som helst for å få deg gratis, du, jeg velger sider
Know a couple people who bit the cheese who used to be the guys
– Kjenner et par mennesker som bet osten som pleide å være gutta
Paid an inmate in call fare, clean your laundry, laundry
– Betalte en innsatt i samtalepris, rengjør tøyet, klesvask
Shoot away, show you how I did get a lunch tray, lunch tray
– Skyt bort, vis deg hvordan jeg fikk et lunsjbrett, lunsjbrett
They’ll give you a judge and I’ma judge, don’t put you in the gang
– De vil gi deg en dommer, og jeg er dommer, ikke sett deg i gjengen
They be treating us like a jeweler, can’t wait to put us in some chains
– De behandler oss som en gullsmed, gleder meg til å sette oss i noen kjeder
On FaceTime with lil’ TJ, say his mama was actin’ strange (She was actin’ strange)
– På FaceTime med lil ‘TJ, si at moren hans var actin ‘strange (Hun var actin’ strange)
Said his brother turned his back since he been in, I felt his pain (Felt his pain)
– Sa broren hans snudde ryggen siden han var i, jeg følte smerten hans (Følte smerten hans)
Seen a gangster go to jail and fuck a sissy
– Sett en gangster gå i fengsel og knulle en pyse
He wouldn’t control himself, the first day out, I was back to sipping
– Han ville ikke kontrollere seg selv, den første dagen ute, jeg var tilbake til å nippe
Niggas tell me, “Don’t get high,” I should try and make a living
– Niggas forteller meg, “Ikke bli høy,” jeg burde prøve å leve
But I tell ’em I’m a hustler and I’d rather make a killing
– Men jeg sier til dem at jeg er en hustler, og jeg vil heller drepe
Preaching to Lil Keed, I told him try to make it to the league, get a jersey number (Yeah)
– Forkynnelse Til Lil Keed, jeg ba ham prøve å komme seg til ligaen, få et trøyenummer (Ja)
It ain’t nothing in these streets (Yeah, yeah), but graveyards and jersey numbers (Yeah), jersey numbers
– Det er ikke noe i disse gatene (Ja, ja), men kirkegårder og trøyenummer (Ja), trøyenummer
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
– Ja, ja, ja (Ja)
It ain’t nothing in these streets, but graveyards and jersey numbers, jersey numbers
– Det er ikke noe i disse gatene, men kirkegårder og trøyenummer, trøyenummer
Uh
– Uh
