Young Roddy - 504 Radio [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Roddy]

It's fuck a loan, get your own
I burn a whole pound for my girl who dead and gone
And I'd trade it all in just to kick it once again
They say play Uncle Sam but I'm like free my Uncle Ben
Where you been? That's what I hear when I spin the bend
But I've been busy on my grizzly nigga I'm a grown man
Young man, if it ain't about no paper then scram
Got me staring at them cards like who the fuck dealt me my hand?
I go ham, til I get my mill and forty excellent
And even when I get it bitch I'm still gon' be pitchin'
Plus all they know is gimmie gimmie got injured
You ain't heard gimmie got shot then gimmie went missin'
Yeah, tell all them nosy bitches mind they business
And all them fake ass niggas keep they distance
And Roddy ain't no killer but don't push me
But I guarantee it I make them pussies feel me, my nigga

[Hook: Roddy]

My niggas from the bricks say they ain't fucking with me
All my niggas getting it in say they ain't fucking- with me
Yeah, bitch I spit it how I live it
Kept it real since the beginning fool
My mama raised a winner

My sisters they don't trip cause they ain't fucking with me
All my niggas in the pen say they ain't fucking with me
Yeah, bitch I spit it how I live it
Kept it real since the beginning fool
My mama raised a winner

[Verse 2: 3D Na'Tee]

I've been focused my only goal is to stack billions
And give hope to these black children, I'm that brilliant
Far from a Huxtable, Denise was out in Hillman
Meanwhile I'm in New Orleans patience short as Katt Williams
So I ride solo, dolo no time for co-defendents
Talk shit and I'm sending shots, hope you fuckers photogenic
They hoes admit it, now they stalking my Instagram
Started making paper it turned my haters to instant Stans
[?] spin they hands like Inspector Gadget it's tragic
Where was all of you bastards when I had work under that mattress?
[?], oh you niggas was napping?
Now you niggas adapted and I pull up like what's happenin'
In the end though I'm the captain
And not just because rappin'
It's because I made it happen even when niggas was laughin'
Now body, everybody with a verse or with the [?]
Fuck [?], shit or get off the potty Bitch!

[Hook: Roddy]

[Verse 3: Roddy]

This lil nigga self-made
I couldn't keep a job they asked me how I'm getting paid
I started moving weight they told me nigga pump your brakes
But I've been rolling right past them getting that money all day
A hood full of niggas who'll blast in broad day
I told my homie hold his head my nigga told me stay safe
Got feds on my trail from all this money that I make
Cause it(s) been money over bitches like Jets always say
I never had no safe, just cash under my bed
Take a walk through that ghetto where that grass always deep
And like the homie Wiz, shit my flow Taylor made
Show no love to the girl with short skirts and long legs
A bitch can't get a crumb off of my plate
I'm too hood to give a fuck, fuck what you think
I'm bound to blow soon bitch nigga give me space
But this that Good Sense Part 2 bet I get paid

[Hook: Roddy]