Jack Mushroom - Curfew [10PM] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
My jeans sag, my head nappy, still don't give a fuck
Riding with my niggas bucket deeper than the city bus
Trying to get my Benji's up, skeming on a million bucks
[?] til my kidneys bust
I'm from the Dirt nigga, knock it off we know your city butt
Welcome to the jungle, [?] what we eat for lunch
And everyday they try to amp me up
Hop out that mini van, strap then stick your family up
When it's my time to go, surrounded by darker souls
Til everyday I'm digging myself into deeper, darker hole
I don't know where I'm going, only father knows
Hell on earth but I'm still searching for that pot of gold
The rainbows are never close to where the rain falls
The grass is greener on the other side
I'm a stained dirty dirtbag til I fucking die
Six feet in the coffin, hell's flaming where I reside
Most these bitches lie and all these niggas front
Been alive for 19 years and I ain't fall to either one
In the city life where niggas bang and start to reach for guns
And Gs come out at night but they be gone before you see the sun
What's it to you nigga? Stay the fuck up out my business
Dirtbag stove top cooking with dirty dishes
I want that cheese, that fetty guap, that nine digits
Robbing niggas blind, Fetty Wap be the eye witness
Grimy niggas with sly intentions was my intentions
Spitting that shit equivalent to what the Mayans mention
Doomsday nigga, pull up then quickly slide the clip in
When the mack's spitting, better duck testing my precision

[Outro]
Listen up, Dirtbag. I have shot in theory three [?] in the past year. So I don't care what hopeful sob story you got. I get it done in a week pal, [?] for me. If you show your face here, I will cut you the heck in half