Big Baby Gandhi - American Experience (Prod. Steel Tipped Dove) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Sham pain for my real friends
Real pain for my sham friends
We still banging the black benz
Back then we was listening to top 10
Mad trends I was giving to my class friends
Mad tricks I was spitting to the chicken heads
Love life cause I ain't know what I was living in
Free yourself from illusion, see yourself through delusions
Of who loses and who wins
What you think I'm living life for
My mom buy phone calls to call home, she a life force
Son of an extra-terrestrial
Best of the best, put the checks on a pedestal
Treat the rest like a vegetable
Bottom of the pyramid
If it ain't a dollar I ain't hearing it, period
The baby all grown up and here he is

I'm in America, it's an American experience
I'm in America, it's the American experience [x3]

A long time ago I ain't even wanna flow
My people's getting locked up in Guantanamo
My people still up in Guantanamo
But I fell in love with the golden designer clothes
Mad flows keep me smelling like a rose
Please peep game is what I'm telling all my foes
Least cheap chain, [?] chieftain
Rappers are saying [?]
I'm so well best west of the cross
My style [?]
And my wrist cost a thousand
So don't sit still if that shit keep you bouncing
Large amounts and there's too large to count them
We couldn't even account the accountant
I'm in your accounts, counting your accounts, kid
Robin hood, [?] take the best with the brown skin

I'm in America, it's an American experience
I'm in America, it's the American experience [x3]

They say that nothing matters
So if nothing matters I guess the only thing that matters is money matters
Funny rappers come and laugh at us
Fat Hindus in tight jackets counting stacks is us
Get the cash in bucks
It's a massive [?]
See me in the street, no one harasses us
Putting you on [?] that's us
Yo hold up, mad shifty looks when we roll up
Came through a little later, had to count the dough up
[?]
I mean they had food and they got, they would blow chunks
[?] he would roll blunts
So much so it bombed all lunch
My crew don't front and we ain't no [?]
My crew don't front and we ain't no [?]

Pop the champagne [x3]