Chisom Uzosike - Life's A... [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Jordxn Bryant]
I spit that...Wonderama shit
Where my Wonderwoman that dance and roll marijuana sticks? See the way her vagina split
She know my John like Hancock was signing it
Biting the throne, niggas known to piranha it
Sitting on the edge of my bed thinking
"What if they spared Lincoln and Kennedy's brains?" - Now that's impaired thinking
Take a look at my past life, fantasize about fast life, 'till I dig in my pockets then see the gas light
I ain't have no reason why in these songs to stunt. Maybe when all the anxiety's gone
Finish copping me some property, privacy homes, and be more that just a commodity, Homes
My poppa be gone, my momma at work
Girl not answering texts, she probably turnt
Or probably on Twitter telling how I ain't shit
Then five tweets later, she all on my dick
Man, life's a bitch...

[Hook: Snippets from Nas and AZ's "Life's a Bitch"]
"I woke up early", "Smoking blunts with hash"
"And my mentality is...money orientated" (Keeping it real, packing steel, getting high)
"Now some resting in peace", "Or doing years in the hundreds"
"My mentality is...money orientated" (Keeping it real, packing steel, getting high)
"That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto"
"And my mentality is..."(Keeping it real, packing steel, getting high)
"As long as we leaving thieving, we'll be leaving with some kind of dough"
"Destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it..."

[Verse 2: D-Shine]
Aye girl, I know that you the bomb
I'm tryna get you home
And get you out your clothes and then show you how I roll
Make you feel it in you soul, a feeling you can't control
The feeling that got you slipping, I'm willing to take control
Liquor all in my system
Probably what got me trippin'
Bring the bottles of drink and then mix it in with the lemon
Doing all of this drinking like "Fuck it", there ain't no limit
She took me to the back and insisted I put my dick in
Damn, this chick is crazy
Only known her a minute
Now I'm already hitting I think it's due to the sipping
That she was doing, until the music became distant
I need that Donald money, I'm looking for my apprentice
Not talking Omarosa
Maybe if I ain't sober
If not, I need a chick with a face kinda like Lotus, uh
And a body like bottles of Coca-Cola
And tell them bad hoes, tomorrow they can come over cause I'm...free

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Obie Iyoha]
They say good life's a bitch, you broke you won't see her, huh?
But get money, watch gold retrieve her (gold retriever), huh?
I throw a bone like Marowak at a bad bitch
She throw that thing back at a nigga, that's if she catches, get it?
I spit that comedy, ain't no profit to make
With more heart (Hart) than Kevin, you'd probably Laugh at My Pain
She'd probably laugh at my bank, but she shake it and hear the coins there
Debt collectors collecting all the space in my voice mail
Real spit, shit, you know I try
Going against the grain like tractors, you know I grind
Can't fake the harvest, every day I go hard
As me yesterday, through transient commodities
Pardon me, a nigga still in college
These biology courses won't forfeit
No slipping, run with cleats
They say life's a bitch, but she fucks with me, so that's cool...