Creative Gold - Brownsville Swing [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Creative Gold]

Born stunner
93 number runner
Brownsville I run
With the top gunners
Forever loyal to the streets
That taught me the hustle
Forever love my God
Cause he gave me the muscle
Don't worry I'm good blood
My circle a little tighter
I try not to stress
So my iris a little whiter
It's been a good year
But it could get a little better
A little cheddar for the youngin'
That's running the mecca
Hip-Hop ain't dead
I'm still kicking my nigga
Theo on the beat
He still kicking my nigga
Had sounds of brazil jumping
Couple haters but it's nothing
I'm still doing it so fluid
Cause I'm the truest
Won't stop till I'm parlaying
Sipping on foreign juices
Rappers in my hand
Hanging from different nuces
The assassin coming straight
From Riverdale & Sackman
Showing you good times
My nigga tell me what's happenin'

[Hook: Creative Gold]

Space is the limit fuck the sky
I'm a rep my city till I motherfucking die
Till I till I die
Till I till I die x2
[Verse 2: Creative Gold]

Bitches see the kid
Meal ticket in they eyes
But all I see is one night
Right in between her thighs
I'm street smart hunny
You can't catch a crook slipping
Wake up in the morning
Your purse and your weave missing
I'm eight steps ahead
Nine on a good day
I'm the coach in the game
& I'm drawing up good plays
OG taught me well
I'm still learning new shit
Teach my young niggas
& I hope that they gone use it
When I get the throne
I pray that I never lose it
My blood sweat and tears
Goes into all of my music
Sorry for a minute
Had to get sentimental
It's something bout the instruments
Bumping this instrumental
I'm cliche poppin'
Like adolescence with pimples
Still attracted to the cuties with the deep dimples
The back or the front
If you know what I mean
Might keep baby around
If she ain't trying to scheme