Cousin Frankie - Siren [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:
Anger's in the air it's getting hard to breathe
Hard to think hard to swim it's getting hard to be
I got 187 niggas thinking for me
Mob mentality I swear I got the worst thoughts clinging to me
It's like the devil's fucking singing to me
Singing to us cause we move as one dawg they're even blinking for me
We tryna swim and they about to try and sneak up on me
Say can't you see they tryna sink a homie, homie
They stand grimy sloppy
They tryna perform an Autopsy on bodies
With Blood red eyes they get high is how they watch me
Pull up with the posey, niggas tryna boss me obviously
They tryna lock me, they know just what it costs me
They just like to get off see
Another male in jail and then another coffee
Give anything to get these niggas off me, get off me

Hook:
And the siren got my heart bumping (x4)
Rolling round the blocks its the cops out for something

Verse 2:
Something's creeping in the background
Rolling with a bunch of black hounds and the pack loud
So pipe down while the pack round
They packing gets and they point em at the blacks now
They like to tell me I shouldn’t
I hope the hate would lessen but it probably wouldn’t
Cause when I needed something they was offering couldn’t
These Niggas offering guns, the police offering bullets, They tell em
Keep the weapons arms length
Perfect position to disarm the armed men
If you're certain your vision intended to harm them
Then alert the physician cause some shit is upon them
I enter cussing, middle finger gushing
It's because I'm up to nothing they assume I'm up for something
Check your six, look for when they're coming
Get accustomed not to trust em dawg you heard it from your cousin

Hook:
And the siren got my heart bumping (x4)
Rolling round the blocks its the cops out for something