Lyfe Jennings - Still Here [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Lyfe Jennings, talking)
It's that man again, haha
Some people refer to him as a hustla
Pimp, or playa

(Verse 1, Lyfe Jennings)
Street life killed my daddy
Got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy
Since I lost my first tooth, I ain't been happy
Young, wild, nigga child, why that boy is so nappy
(He got the devil in him)
Police wanna take him down
Used to be a playa but the coochie costs money now
He ain't too bright, but he know a trap when he see one
Got his conscious in his pants with his gun

(Chorus, Lyfe Jennings, singing)
Seventeen years of rain
Foggin' up my windows, yeah
Hear the man? Seventeen years of pain
But, I'm still here though
Ohhhhh
Seventeen years of rain
Foggin' up my window, yeah
Hear the man? Seventeen years of pain
But, I'm still here though
Ohhhhh

(Verse 2, Lyfe Jennings)
Shoe box full of pictures
All that's left of good times I stayed with my niggas
Some alive and some no longer with us
How the, how the, how the hell do you pray for forgiveness
(When you got devil in you)
Rogaine keeps the hair strong (haha)
But cocaine keeps the cable on
I can't wait till my nigga JB come home
Why do all the real niggas stay gone so long

(Chorus)

(Project Pat)
What? What? Yes sir

(Verse 1, Project Pat)
Even though a nigga still in the hoo-oo-ood
Gettin' drunk and smokin' on woo-oo-ood
I'mma make it up outta this street life
On the corner is where I stoo-oo-ood
Out there all by my-self
Cause a playa gotta get this mil
Wearin fur ain't doin us no good
Flipping burgers ain't gon' make you filled
But I'm still ten-toes in this
Hustlin' tryin'a make it hood-rich
And I still ain't trustin' no bitch
Cause the motherfucka's always snitch
It's hard in this ghetto man
Fifteen years old wit' coke and 'cain
Cheese don't come, I'mma go insane
Snatch me a purse, snatch me a chain
Out here on the block, wit' the fiends and the moon
Squeeze on the Glock, tryin'a pop at a goon
He done stole me dough, he took my food
Project wasn't born wit' a silver spoon
In my mouth, in my grille
Wearin' six chains, then niggas get killed
One in the grave, the other in jail
Nobody wins, that's for real

(Verse 2, DJ Paul)
Back way, when I was a runny nose
Runnin' round, up and down the town
Carryin' a black Glock, and a gold frown
I kept that product on me
It wasn't no problem homie
You said it, I had it and met you if you stole my mo-ney
Just tryna buy Balogna
But now I'm buyin' lobster
Still totin' a Glock
But pushin' a Rolls Royce
And winnin' Oscars

(DJ Paul, Talking)
Yeah, Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat
Lyfe Jennings
If you can believe, you can achieve
Every day above ground is a good thing
Ya hear me?
Yeah

(Hook, Lyfe Jennings, singing)
Seventeen years of rain
Foggin' up my windows, yeah
Hear the man? Seventeen years of pain
But, I'm still here though
Ohhhhh
Seventeen years of rain
Foggin' up my window, yeah
Hear the man? Seventeen years of pain
But, I'm still here though
Ohhhhh