L.E.S. - Sunday Drive [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[verse 1]
Okay, hat turned back
I'm leaning up on the classic
I let her light up the sweet, take a pull and she pass it
You know you smell the aroma, but shit we looking like paper
Take a look in they eyes, I swear they looking like haters
Had dreams of being Tony, but I never wanna die
With the foreigns in my name, on that blimp in the sky
Never lost in the high
Matter of fact I'm quite focused
Looking at that car and driver
Checks the specs on the lotus
I don't really call it dreaming, I just call it planning
Cause where I said I'd be is exactly where I'm standing
Now respects what we demanding, cause that hustle ain't no joke
Couple planes, couple boats, taking care my kin folk
Exotic bitch up in my beamer, look like cassy with ass
120 miles an hour when I looked at the dash
She ain't tripping, know I got it, daddy keep it in control
On the race out for them pesos, my position is to pose
True niggas play the cut, only bustas need attention
All them hoes in my dm's be the ones you niggas mention
They see the way we living, she ain't rocking with you lames
They seeing that we balling, but ain't playing in no games
I be with your chick, netflix on the xbox, couple hours then I let her make the bed rock

[verse 2]
This that sunday afternoon shit, smoking with the sun in the sky
Drive slow, haters spot on the ride
Bending corners through the city just to see what I can see
Taking in the energy and then i put that shit on beats
See me on them streets, I'm observing, got to watch my every step
Crazy what these niggas do for respect
They at your neck
If you looking like you got it, better have you some protection
They ain't asking if it's real when your flexing
I'm caught up in this life, but I ain't trying to get out
Straight up to the top, I think i found us a route
I need a little gas, but it looks like I can make it
And look, we almost there, and I can tell them niggas hating
It's gods favorite
And i knew it every time that I'd advance
That's why I always left it in his hands
Smoking every stress and let it fall right into place
I know them niggas bitter, I can see it in they face
Push it to the limit, know i like to speed
Homie at a percentage of what I'm about to be
Laughing at all them bitches that ever doubted me
Niggas I only fuck with saying they proud of me
Shit is crazy, but that's how the game go
Slow it down and change flow, they can try it, but it ain't the same though