No Love & Yung Cub - Carolina [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: No Love]

Yo we out here, we out here grindin' dawg. This ain't Virginia, this is Carolina

[Hook: No Love & Yung Cub]

Carolina
Where ain't shit to do but rap
And these fuckboi rapbois runnin' they trap
Like they runnin' the trap
See that gun in my lap?
We just pull up, it ain't shit to do but laugh

[Verse 1: No Love]

I got life in the trunk man I smile at the cops
Weigh it if you want but it's right on the dot
Know alotta youngn's out here wilin' a lot
Those the type a' dummies get violent & shot
Me, I play it cool, I just ride up the block
Serve it to the people take it right to they spot
Baggies on baggies got em tied up in knots
And when I bring em to my bitches bet I dive in the box
And Mike Tyson the box
Start bitin' the box
Start fightin' the box
But never wifin' the box
It's No Love, give a fuck if you like me or not
You love my product & I know you think my rhymin' is hot
I'm like Shawn in 88' providin the rock
I'm like Jay in 96' writin for Pac
I'm like Hov in 01' fightin with Nas
I'm like Jigga right now man this feel like the top
I wake up, see the view, it remind me that I made it
On my job & never touched an application
Bitch, hate it
Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh
Bitch, hate it
I was appointed the man
& ever since my biggest fear was dissapointin' a fan
See I'm reppin' for my town, even if it do suck
We the only ones can say it cuz that's where we grew up
& they just won't hire
So we just get higher
Then we cruise around the city just lookin' to do stuff
There ain't shit to do!
Wonder why we do drugs?!
I stopped at smokin, most of ya moved up
No activties for couples wonder why the two fuck?
Most of the youth stuck, nuff' to chuck ya food up
Gotta lie, cheat, steal & hate to catch a fuckin break
I guess that's just American fate

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Yung Cub]

Head home, see my city rock bottom
Got 3 kids, no job, no problem
New J's, you got em'
It ain't hard to spot em'
Hometown heroes yeah they lie in the light
Levels to this shit, you know that right?
Smile in my face but talk out of spite
Gotta problem? Fuck it, cuz Tyler loves to fight
Cuz the city ain't got dreams here
Opportunities? Hit the exit, steer clear
We fucked up, just to cope
Jared pass the everclear, oh no
I fear that I'll never make it out
Wakin up, cold sweats, can't figure this out
Prom queens, prom kings, drinkin some things
Left the town to find myself
You ain't felt how I felt
I got more than wealth, self worth is priceless
But give me my vices, the drinks just the nicest!
Sleep on us, nah, I don't advise it
This is One Night Only

[Hook] x2