Jay-Z - Only a Customer [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro:
Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-a-Fella y'all
Futuristic shit beeotch
Uh, what the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha

Verse 1:
It's the eventual triple platinum nigga with the solid gold fade
All that nickel and dime shit, don't hold no weight
Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you
Thumb through the Source I read the Robb Report
Class C, cold me down with the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq
At the Hotel Nikko, Robert Duvall suite
My people's eyes through the peep hole
I'm loving you down freak
As I shoot through the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreading the news
Paper heading read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
The only thing to cool them off is a Malibu Bay Breeze
Can't stop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna take a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now
Jigga hasn't done dirt in a while
You know my stomach getting weak from living on the streets for real
Trying to oversee it from suites, ordering eats
At the top where the criminal minds meet
That's where the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't
It?)

Hook:
You're only a customer (uh)
Walking in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night long
"All night long" - Mary J. Blige
Roc-a-fella

Verse 2:
A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch away
What you deem most precious
Had to rethink things, is pinky rings worth
Life on the run and time served in Sing Sing
I don't know to tell the truth
If I'm pressed for doe, I got to console Irv Gotti y'all

Irv Gotti:
Heads got to roll

Jay-Z:
I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive
If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd
What you're facing is official (it's official)
Most cases when I"m blazing won't miss you (won't miss you)
Case and point made bullshit an issue
I see it to the end, my writing is so personal
My heart bleeding out my pen, make no mistake about me
It's only one nigga living, I got a half a cake about me
I got love,I can kill a friend over fam, not drugs
And very few people understand that love
To make a nigga die bleeding is nothing
You make a motherfucker die breathing then you saying something, beeotch

Hook (X3)

More flavor than y'all can image having
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dirt
Brain ain't right from inhaling the work of my life
Fuck it, greasy eye, had the whole
D.C. high pissy off Cristle
3 G's high seasoned Bacardy, UV's
Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party
Play yourself go head if you don't know the ledge
It's like spitting to God
Get it in your face fucking with niggas over your head
Take your time with me, shift
Use to make Coke stretch like the sample' a 950
Shit with that, while I'm on a Kawasoki bike
At the light, doing' a pike, with a bitch on the back
And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the Rockafella logo
Accapoco to Aruba, bay breezes and caviar beluga
Very little loot, eludes us
In the grayish blueish, L-E-S Coup it's the root of evil in these people
(what the fuck)

Hook (X3)