K. Jayz - Money, the Illness [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook - K. Jayz]
Are you willing to die?
Are you willing to kill?
Are you willing to survive?
Niggas be fiending for the money
While I’m looking at them, and it’s not really funny
Sell your soul, you really lose yourself
Give up on the goal, you really lose the wealth
Which one would you rather lose?
Life or money, better fucking choose

[Verse 1 - K. Jayz]
Money’ll make you do shit you would never think
Money’ll make you think rich, I’m talking hella bank
But then you get so rich, it starts to fuck with your head
Just making music just to talk about bread
And cars, and clothes, and jewelry that you wear
Just throwing away money like you don’t care
Mane, if I ever bought a lambo
It won’t be because of the fact that I don’t know how to spend my money
How to spend my money like these niggas with little intelligence
They don’t know how to spend money, right?
Man, these niggas don’t never change
They be looking for brain for a lil piece of change
Except, it’s a little different nowadays
Cause you can get it for free, and don’t even know they name
But I gotta admit that I would do it
When you getting more money than you can lose
You start to forget about all the people dying
Just as long as you getting that fucking loot
Now I ain’t poor, but I ain’t rich
So I don’t really want too much shit
Now a white rich man might kill himself if he was me
To be black with no money in this country
Man you know that motherfucker should’ve went to jail
That stupid nigga who killed Trayvon
Tryna be a vigilante
Now look what the fuck happened
What the fuck you think you had a cape on?
You get addicted to drugs, like cocaine
Now you got a shotgun aimed at your fucking brain
Cause you can’t deal with the life of attaining money
Now you know the illness of fame and money

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[Verse 2 - Heartxbeat]
Rudeboy don’t shoot
The sooner I die, I will revive
I’m the devil in this bitch
Must’ve sold my soul cause I’m on your mind
If money is a woman, I swear she looking mighty fine
Oh my god I’m loosing my mind each time
Smoking on the kush just to fly in time
Money is the illest and I treat it like my misses
Just copped a gold chain, oh my god
She give me brain, oh my god
I’m going insane, oh my god
Fuck this long-weaved “me-oh-my “ god
Money taking over me, oh my god
Bitch, I’m ready to kill for that gold chain
Gold piece, cause they buy a soul
Ready to survive if I die
This time, I come back with mind of Einstein with a mind
Do you mind?
Rest in peace to Trayvon
Rest in peace, Lil Snupe
Young niggas getting’ killed what the -- what the -- what the fuck we gon’ do?
Rudeboy come through, me do not shoot
Now rudeboy come through, don’t move
Look at boy get shot *shot* *boom*
Rudeboy come through, me do not move
And rudeboy come through look at boy get shot *shot* *boom*
And rudeboy come through do do not move
Rocky

[Hook]