Mr. G - Dead Presidents [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I come from the land of the beatnuts
Where niggas keep the heat tucked
Where coke dealers are those niggas... go figure
I'm finna go platinum wit these flows nigga
So I ain't gotta worry bout no fuckin' gold digga' (ya dig?)
But if I don’t boy I bet I got that midas touch
Being broke caring about loose change got me tight as fuck
So take the weed nigga go ahead and light it up
Sometimes I think damn how the hell I write this stuff?

You see lord I just want mercy no Murcielago
Got a illa' noise but I ain't from Chicago
Light skinned mulatto, but I know that there ain't a drip of white in me when it come to the '50
So please officer, don’t mean to bother ya
But my man's in a cell, he's going through hell
For selling coke and water just to hope his daughter ain't hungry
I swear we're all tired of being bummy
I ain't rich yet but I've been waiting patiently
The future's def' something that I can't wait to see
So don’t blatantly try and take the cake from me
'Cuz I’ll introduce your face to my ACG's nigga
I rep queens I'm the illest here
And best believe I'm about to make a killing, yeah
I hear 'em gossiping , and my nigga fuck oxygen
I won't stop 'til I’m breathing millionaire, for real

Soarin' Soarin'

I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

Queens... (yeah)