Ayyell - Family Tree [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Breaking down swisher sweets
Rolling up endo leaf
Grippin on wood
Sippin sizzurp
Hanging from my family tree
Top fell back in the streets
Parking lot, P.I.M.P
Grippin on wood
Sippin sizzurp
Hanging from my family tree

[Verse 1: Naztee]
Roll it up
This the life I chose
Now I'm living it up
They watched me grow
Now I'm old enough
Doin my own thing
Still smoking
Went from chillin on the porch
To posing
Recording
Waitin on my moment
Spotlights on and the show keeps goin
I'm screaming fuck the world when I'm feeling alone, and
Once yu hear the beat man
Expect me to go in
Fuck a million
When you appealing
And they applauding
Niggas killin
Women strippin
For a dollar
Everybody got a struggle
Some just harder
Got more words than a college
Fuck a Harvard
Blunt rolled
Fuck the law
Blocked road you can't cross
Lil nigga with a big ass heart
Big bag of weed
Not enough cigars

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ayyell]
Rolling glass 83's
Fuck A/C
My neck on freeze
Chain with the trunk
Can't forget ???
For my enemys
Keep your ears glued to the streets
See me shine when I fool these beats
Lookin cool when I pull these freaks
No school, I be in these streets
Trynna make that money man
Burn it up fast as you can
Spend it on a black minivan
White walls on them ceiling fans
Chopping rocks while my CD playing
Contraband
No concession stand
Burn it up fast as you can
Smoking out a black minivan

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Roofie]
Seems like everything is going good
But then it isnt
Trying to do my best
By putting kush up in these prisms
Bitch
Im over yonder
No plates on a Honda
Sipping on a michelata
Smoking with Obama
Pussies that you seen in these videos ain't real
And they damn sure ain't true
So they damn sure ain't trill
Single dollar bill in my pocket yall
Audubon racing and I hopped the wall
I keeps it funky
White people love me
Cause it ain't where im from
But Mexican people be thinking
Im as white as they come
You fucking tripping
Im a mutt, and we can leave it at that
Drop guard
Yall smart
Yall ain't evenly matched
Preaching real life sentiment
Who do it better than person
Who admit he ain't perfect he just a gentlemen
Im in a bigger plan
But not Gods, not yours, not his, and not ours
People might talk
But I won't trip
Once again, I keeps it funky
Like that im feeling lucky effect
No coming back, leaning on what life granted me
And if they ever leave me hanging better be in my family tree

[Hook]