Dark Lo - Funeral Muzik [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Dark Lo]
Fuck that, kill everybody

Lil bro locked up
Baby moms knocked up
My close friend shot up
World full of stress
Fell then I got up
Sucka niggas not us
Philly so hot, make you wanna shoot a cop up
Go ahead nigga cop up, I’ma hold the block up
First nigga play, Walahi he getting glocked up
Now the nigga boxed up, ridin’ to a ditch
50 cars and back, he got caught up in the mix
When he shot niggas, and he thought he was invincible
He a dumb nigga, he don’t know about the principles
They should’a taught him, back street, caught him
Gave him everything, out the clip of that 40
I was a shorty, used to cop quarters
Kept a tre-eight, send you through rigamortis
You niggas scoreless, I’m up by a hundred
Best shape of my life, tell me who want it
Question for a body, won’t tell ‘em who done it
I fuck her real good till she feel it in her stomach
I was the youngest, running with the OGs
Giving niggas wiggys, fall back you don’t know me
AR, he really run Philly
I’m standing right next to him, two mac milly’s
Hit you in the chest, you do two back wheelies
Nigga we up next, ball hard no Achilles, wow
This that her-oin shit
You might get addicted nigga stick to the script
Lil white tee, seven jeans, fresh kicks
Fresh cut guarantee your chick on my dick homie
I used to go to store for niggas
Got a little older now I pick a war with niggas
Catch him while he slipping, Sig Sauer niggas
Talk real slick something like a lawyer nigga, yeah
I got one for the three
Prolly Gucci down, my bitch in Louis V
If shit get tight I'm going out like Cool C
But I’m weighing up zones nothing like a two three, get it
Play your cards or let your hands fold
My chick on standby, tights on [?]
Ever since my mans died, long clip Rambo
I’m up by a landslide, the strip where the grams go