Theo the Foot Washer - Grippas (Feat. Trazshman) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
What Ya life about? Nothing
What you here for? Stunting
What you cry about? Comfort
What you scared for?

What your proud about? You hundreds?
What you care for?
Grabbing grippas to grapple cartridges send them airborn
Having children look at you and dupe your uniform
Peep you in the street hurry home and throw the hoodie on

Unless they can't afford it
Then it's black mask hoodie mode
For some fly clothes
Them boys will make you ghost

You probably thinking you ain’t make them though
Never knew they daddy
But they still trying to replace them though

And you share the same inclination
Look the same, talk the same
Yo You they inspiration

They See you snapping smoking drinking and berating women
And they want to be the man
At least one of his henchmen

Skipping school to chase chicken making major figgas
Kissing chicks making babies
Disgracing the sisters

You watch games so they play games
Hoping that you'll watch them
They emulate the players on your favorite team

And if your favorite team
Is money, money get money
Then they probably never gon’
Respect a pap who living bummy

Ain't got 7 jeans Yves saint Tim's money
But working like a slave 7 days to pay bills monthly

To you, it's still funny
Til you ain't cool no more
And some real money it's your turn to get Killed dunny

[Hook]

What Ya life about? Nothing
What you here for? Stunting
What you cry about? comfort
What you scared for?

What you?
What you?

[Trazshman]

I guess I’m guilty guilty, guilty
Filthy filthy feel me, for really see I young and silly silly
Really silly simply selling righty in front of the deli deli
I’m homeless homie, I’m hungry, who else gone provide it for me
Feel me?
Yo… From experience being ignorant, I’ve successfully spent
Most of my life imprisoned in systems with a significant
Chance of being a resident over and over again cuzza what I was thinking

Was you really thinking, Trazsh?

Not really thinking at all
Mainly debating Hennessey gin and juice or the Dom
Jubilee and the storm on top of the pj hall
Wishing I had a father who wasn’t copping your raw

Identifying my flaws before I’m pointing at yalls
I relate to that emptiness full of anger and all
The negatives in the world on these shoulders of mine
Explains the way I would dream with this weight on my mind

But love do exist so with this convo of mine
I’m saying, “kid, I see better you can do with your time.”
You incredible homie, and intelligent too
Matter fact, I never met some one as brilliant as you
If you ever need a ear to listen, I’m right here
It is in my opinion you greater than what you hear
See, yeah