Vonte Raekwon - Last Flight to Thug Mansion [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Uh, I been stressing for a minute now
Trying to come up with something
That yall can vibe too Ride too
But n****’s still ain’t giving a f***
I’m testing my luck
Telling me what I shouldn’t do
F*** you that’s my attitude
Sh*t on you n****’s I’ve been the n****
I’m done showing my gratitude
Young n**** put the city on my back
Took Rap maf*** and I ain’t giving it back, uh
Mama called said she almost hit the powerball
Played it last night but a couple numbers was off
Told her don’t waste another dime on a ticket
Just give me some time promise you mama that I’m get it
But it’s n****’s still plotting on me, trying to take my spot
But I be damn if I sit back and watch
Grandma pray for me I been sinning like a demon
Sipping on holy water I ran out of Aquafina

Last flight to Thug Mansion
Calling all flight attendants Last Flight
Last…… Flight…….. B*tch

My name getting brought up in conversations
They still fronting
Look at the n**** Vonte he still stunting
Don’t even give me credit
I’m tired of n****’s talk sh*t
Like I ain’t sh*t on every n**** this summer
B*tches, f*** Versace Lenses
Cus I’d rather see my vision through the eyes of a real n****
No competition
I’m in a different category
Put me with Jay, Yay, 2Pac and Notorious
Told ya’ll, ya’ll can’t f*** with us, F*** with me
Rapping like I’m B.I.G
Sala vie, All my n****’s out Paris
We just coming from the hood passport on E
So put a stamp on that sh*t, gas tank on E
How the f*** am I gon’ get home
And I been waiting to long for this sh*t
And ya’ll don’t even get it

Screaming Nassass hoe, my n****’s passing the dope
Ring around the rosy maf***a you don’t know me
Just a young n**** trynna get his pockets healthy
Educate yourself on them n****’s claiming they wealthy
Bunch of rich n****’s, b*tch n****’s, snitch n****’s
My n****’s catch you slipping might just hit a lick n****
I try to stay focused, money on my mind
So I grind for all them people that hopeless

Last flight to Thug Mansion
Calling all flight attendants, Last Flight
Last…… Flight…….. B*tch

Nas said that Hip Hop was dead
They making statements already
And they ain't gave me a chance
I can f*** around and be the next Hov
Cus I’m only 18 and all I’m seeing is green in my dreams
Blinded from my n**** in the hearse
So I’m praying that God just put me up in the Murciélago
Maybe that’s why I keep my eyes closed
And all my n****’s always keep they eyes low
We ain't even f***in with the 5.0
Traded in Mona Lisa for Picasso
Put in it my future condo right beside a bad bitch
Hoping she ain’t wearing no clothes
Looking like Marilyn Monroe pull that dress up
White bi***es and they tired of playing dress up
Baby you ever been to Thug Mansion
Let’s go get a room
F*** sleeping in the Hamptons