ELNJ - On God [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus: ELNJ]
On god
You ain't really with the niggas chillin in the street
I can read lies in the beat
You ain't really talking what you be
On god

[Verse 1: ELNJ]
I don't understand why you trynna be a g
Ain't made for the life
Nigga let it be
Shout out to the homie mike
Nigga rest in peace
Had to show love
Had his head in the streets
And his ears to the beat
Now his body in the sheets
Head shot in the streets
You ain't live that life why you actin like you be
You ain't knock on the Devils door just to face the beast
We gotta stay alive (why)
Any given day we could die (bye)
Being smart my only 9 - 5 (right)
Careful what you saying
Fuck around get buried over tree
Niggas out here holding them machines
30 shots coming with the beam (beam)
Light you up just to watch you lean(lean)
Say what you need
Like I ain't never seen a bloody scene
They took my homie
No they took my brother
Police tellin horror stories to his mother
I swear to god that I would burn em
Just Throw it all away
Commit a murder
Jesus why is this life a burden
I've been doing solid
And feeling nurtured
Fuck this shit I don't deserve it
In the frame but not picture perfect (Let's Go)

(Bridge)
Even though I realize
I need time to stabilize
My fragile mind
Help me align
Oh oh oh

(Chorus)

[Verse 2: Five]

Actions speak louder than words
(???????????) No talking bitch, Cállate
Come to yo block with a hundred round drum
Chopper big as a violin
Scrappers be flexin, then talkin bout beef
When i see them they dietin
My goonies childish
Give them the (Yee!)
Then they start wiildin
I used to look up to the game
Now the game got me laughing out loud (Loud 2x)
(?????) go switch up your fit, why you dress like a clown ( Clown 2x)
You dressin like (??????) please turn my shit all the way down (Down 2x)
Started with rhythm and poetry
Now this shit all watered down
When i stick my dick in the pussy
You know all my shit gonna drown
I hit and they love it
I handle my business the very first round
Im tyson, im tyson
Michael how i be knocking em down
Billie jean on my line, finna call me a hoe
Just to knock this bitch down
Ain't here to make friends, shit they
Dont look familiar i dont make a sound (Echo)
They loosin they bars i just got a call from the lost and found
My cousin, he work there
He ask if i want them, i give him a frown
He ask me again i just look at the (???) and dont make a sound
I keep it 100
Dont ask what i think 100 thumbs down
All in your feelings you getting emotional cut that shit out
Pipe that shit down
I pipe this shit up just to turn up the crowds
I turn up the bounce
I bounce with a bunny, we all to the sound

(chorus)