Scotty ATL - GA Dialect [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 – Scotty ATL]
I do a microphone check, is this shit on
I’m on a mission, ASAP, tryna get peso
Now if you ever met a hustler you may know
You make the money double up, that’s sleet rain snow
I mean the house was up for rent a few summers ago
I was dope, I had never met this housing before
I’m on time, I was dressed for occasion I guess
And at the end of the month, ay we both got checks
You do the math
Hustler’s ambition
Wake up in the morning with a plan, fuck fishing
Punching in the clock or you standing in your kitchen
Hustlers 101, did I mention
I’m dope, never took no training
Lyrics so vivid hope an artist paint it
Hustlers don’t talk when they can’t make it happen
Man I told these niggas Imma make it in this rapping
That’s real

[Hook – Couleen Lagon]
That’s a whole lot of hustle to me
Get knocked down two times, but you get up three
The girls hear me talking, they dropping fast
You want to ride, get five on the gas, man
Yeah, they say I talk slow but my money fast, man
They say I talk slow but my money fast, man

[Verse 2 – Scotty ATL]
Now in the 9th grade I was selling candy in school
I’m talking hot fries, honey buns, and mountain dew
I got jammed up by the principal in the hallway
The punk motherfuckers done caught me
Now look, when a hustler’s down, always get up
I bet he gon find a way, man that shit ain’t luck
He at the right place, right time, fate I guess
And at the end of the month, bet he gon get checks
Some niggas laugh
Hustler’s ambition
Nigga calling plays, I ain’t talking bout pitching
Shit coming to you if you sit around wishing
Get up, get out, get something, did you listen
To that goody more, take that shit slow
Don’t rush in that, be C E O
And if you gon waste time, waste time I guess
If you getting some exposure you’re getting a check

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Scotty ATL]
Hustlers don’t talk about much
Hustlers just make shit shake
Give em a two dollar bill from the start
Told em to double that, they brought back eights
He shoot dice, play stars, got credit
Tryna keep up, niggas can’t forget it
He saving up for that old Montecarlo
Red paint and guts like spaghetti