Dirty Up - Home [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Talk is cheap, that's my philosophy
Rap God, worshiped by Constantine
Fuck what I ought to be
Steady rolling strains of potent, fuck living properly
Marking out my property, clouded by the soundscapes
Far from being famous, staying focused on the ground made
Bitch I think I'm coming up, starting to stake my own place
Move across a country but I stay repping my home state

[Verse 2]
Rest my feet on the throne
Wait till the fame and I make it back home
Ingleside where I ride and the Bay's what I know
Got love for the city, the block I was grown
Live from the hood but I ain't toting chrome
Keeping it based, hit Lil B on my phone
And if you don't like me fuck you and your folks
Purp in my bowl and I'm about to go ghost
Riding around in my town, give me that crown, I need it now
Taking some dank to the brow, flexed all in wets and I think I might drown
Riding around in my town, give me that crown, I need it now
Taking some dank to the brow, flexed all in wets and I think I might drown
Wow

[Verse 3]
I'm blunted
Smoking it down until it's nothing
Maybe one day I'll be fucking with tussin
Till then I'm producing to keep myself funded, fuck it
Haphazardly crafting the pieces of masters
You don't go hard, you're flaccid, I'm plastered
You stay half assing then ask where your assets
Bitch I'm the best, and I solely drop classics
Tabs of acid for breakfast
Be that young lord and you better respect it
Fuck wearing a necklace, I aim where your neck is
Bitch show me some reverence, don't question my methods
Fuck you and your flexin
Came from CA and the Bay's what I'm reppin
Putting in work and I'm earning that pension
Till I'm high in the sky like I vibe with the Jetsons