DoLA - Metro [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Riverside Ave, copped a ball
Hit the bowl with the window cracked
Passed out hit this hoe up she ain't hit me back
So I got up outta Dodge cuz these niggas jack
And ion even wear a seat belt I ain't never strapped
Stupid nigga prolly hit me for a fucking black
So I hit the back road to my nigga crib
He smoking good, I'm tryna get it how my nigga live
Hoping this potent in my throat open my nigga ears
We get too throwed expose our fears and all end up in tears
Get it together hit the corner for another beer
A couple crackers in Impala on my fucking rear
I had to cut the AC up cuz it got hot in here
And we can smoke another blunt but nigga not in here
I swear these bitches only love my for my knotty hair
I shave my head and cut my beard I'll prolly disappear
One hand on the wheel while I fix the mirror
Two blunts in the air nigga That's a pair
You know the feeling when you thuggin don't nothing compare
And you ain't gotta aim at nothing just but in The air
Three young black niggas tryna' get there
4 times for the Ville this shit real
R.I.P. GT this shit real
He ain't make it this far ain't shit fair
Yeah

[Bridge]
I was on my dick dawg
I was thinking maybe we could get rich dawg
I wrote a song for yo bitch dawg
Maybe she can bust it open for a big dawg

[Hook]
Smoke good eat good like a big dawg
Dream big die hard like a big dawg
Live free drive fast like a big dawg
Rubber band on a stack like a big dawg
May she can throw it back for a big dawg
Maybe she can throw it back for a big dawg
Maybe she can throw it back for a big dawg
Maybe she can throw it back for a big dawg

[Verse 2]
Riding paranoid in a rental with six niggas
Six empty bottles just killing a nigga liver
Sick I had to vomit a taco and conch fritters
Them coppers won't fuck with us in the bottom cuz we chillin'
Had to divorce a swisher, split it fill it with Christmas
Then hit it forget my sentence like dammit I should've writ it
Dammit my nigga jiggin, his eyes remind me of Riddick
I can't let his momma see him she a different type of Christian
Hope his father forgive us, he told us we didn't listen
Too busy taking risk and forgetting what we was given
My niggas think I'm tripping cuz I spend my time spittin' but I promise if they hear it
They'd see I'm tryna' get a pocket full of politicians countin' all my new friends
Tryna' make a proposition on a all-black new Benz
All that new money tie up all my loose ends
I bet a hundred thousand pay for all my new sins

[Bridge]

[Hook]