Tito Lopez - All My Life Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Intro)
Oh, we back nigga
Still in the slums, bangin these drums
T-I-T-O
Recognize game

(Verse 1)
Mama ain't raise no fool
Told me not to ever ever raise no tool
And raise my hand just to praise my Lord
And speak when my teach got my name on the board
But I can't afford to not be protected
They want a nigga dead, got to expect it
I got rejected, believe me
Now they all wanna come fuck me like I wanted to fuck Ms. Ahiti
That was my guidance counselor, she was easy
Wanted her to please me, on top like ZZ
I know I'm too sleazy but fuck it I'm a freak
On your body, mami, I can find something I can eat
You know I'm like a beat; you got to ride to find out what I got inside
I got to hide, they comin for me
Nigga please imma stand tall
Imma be ready when the man call

(Chorus)
(In the ghetto, ghetto x2)
I'm in the...
I comes from the bottom
Now I'm on top
Ain't nothin gon stop me y'all
All of my niggas (x3)

(Verse 2)
Times is hard, that's what Wayne say
But with these bars, I'm a mainstay
In your ears, I know tears and pain
I'll never lose control of my fears again
I got: Years to gain and nothing to lose
Everything and at the same time nothing to prove
It's nothing to move a mountain or two, I'm otaro (?)
To relieve stress I bench press Kilimanjaro
Your flow so borrowed, I mean from me
I seem to be, everything that you mean to be
I mean to be 6'3", 200 ponds, he don't look so mean to me
I ain't never seen a G to worry bout clothes and hoes
Concentratin on swag like a fag, he supposed to pose
Fuck that; gimme respect and cut me a check
A shirt with Obama and I'll be good to go in a sec
And the south, still got somethin to say
But y'all niggas, still got something to say
In '98, you STILL wasn't fuckin with Dre
But now it's 3000 all day? Ok
Bandwagon ass hoes, don't come around with your hand waggin asshole
Do not pass go, ticker to your threshold
For the wrath of 47 Fidel Castros, oh!
And that's cold if I do say
I had a nigga tell me I was the new J
And he ain't been this excited since Lupe
Killin these niggas, flowers for the dead, what a bouquet
And I've been doing this so long
I can make a masterpiece, even of your song
And after this one I'm jacking up the damn price
I'm tired of laying down hungry every damn night
G-P-T

(Outro)
All the strugglin
All it does is keep me hustlin

(Chorus)