Smash Jackson - Tell me [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[hook]
Tell me, why these niggas wanna hate on me?
Tell me, why these niggas dont respect my g?
I done did my time in the motherfucking street
Now I spit, my lines over these motherfucking beats
Tell me, how the fuck am I suposed to feel
And the ones in love, dont keep it real
And the ones in love, dont love you back
And try to cover it up with fake hooks and jabs

[verse1]
Mac on the track, steven got the stash
Smash to the jack, I smash on the track
Yeah I get my shine on like glass on the track
Stay sharp as a tack, mind sharper than a dagger
I could see what happend, before it even happend
Before you get the yapping, I can hear the bullshit ¨
Before you even say it, so homie just save it
I ain't the one to play with no I ain't the one to play with
Before the money get to me, I can smell it
So gone in the hilly, no hilly, no killer
Alerted my senses, every since that extras
I been playing from my distance
When I ride, who gonna be in my passenger seat
Lord knows, who your passengers be
Im from the street like roachers, big heat, big holsters
Shit ain't sweet, no hosters, shell scopes, no hopers

[hook]


[verse2]
Mac on track, smash on them jacks
Steven to the stash boy, steven got the stash
Shoutout to my brother different daddy different mother
Same hustle different struggle real nigga thats why I love you
Love my niggas like my brothers ain't no friends here
We all family thinking theres nothing but kids here
Some niggas act like hoes, they way too emotional
They jelousy runs way deeper than the ocean
Flowing eventually, they get to swim out the water
'till they can't even swallow, 'till they dont even bother
They just sufficoate from the hate
Collapse from the pressure for them its too late
So for that, I keep a mac, and the facts at a safe
I put a bat to you face, if you niggas go against my mom
Fakers created faking nigga ask my round
Real nigga talking nigga ask my mom


[hook}

[verse3]
Hating situations got my heart colder ovations
You just here in my eyes im so tired of the hating
So tired of debating should I kill em or not?
When it is a, million mo' head frailing in this pot
I get a vibe when these niggas around
So I dig it as a sound when them niggas around
You can't even look me in my eyes when them niggas around
So I stare at the sky, while they, look at the crown
Im living good doing me, and they hate that
Im the reason they ain't made it to an ace
I know the reason they ain't got a place yet
Truth hurts and im the truth you gotta face that (I hate that)
I progress every year like a man should
Im tryna' eat fresh, tired of getting goods
I keep it real to the moon ask my damn world
Real talking if you [?] its a hand full


[hook untill song fades}