Текст песни #HomeTeam (Society) с переводом

Yeah that’s right, It’s time, it’s time to bring it home

We’re from the bottom, this is Home Team

Crazy Hood

I trouble youth, my mother use to pull her hair out

We only play with toys when we let the guns air out

Life was super stress, 15 and gray hairs on my chest

«A» ball, triple B, no round pad on my desk

Is just the way we raised in the county a day

Lots of options, no distractions, choices never get made

Money come, money go, fast as goal in your holes

You can’t walk a mile in my kicks, I burnt out the soles

This ain’t nothing that you ain’t heard before

Am just reiterating facts and that’s the style of the flow

See ever since when I was a kid, I thought wouldn’t be shit

I chose to bleed the city dry for everything I could get

Say this to any body, have to to you to the class

It’s 3 o' 5 for the ignorant that can’t do the math

Rock bottom on the map is where it’s at

It’s in the gold shrine, stage second on the map mother fucker

Yeah, black jack animal, blacks it’s in tangible

I was in the lane with Generino couldn’t stand the view

Luther was indomable, Ricky was the boss

They were wrong, raised as shooters and black dickies with the ho

Last days of the gods of the streets of Oakland park

Me and Chris rolled around pulled the whip, now it was on

Now uncle Al passed, we still ain’t got passed that

Some bitch shot him, boy I need a gas mask

My homies smoke bunk, lungs blacker than a trash bag

Losers lost their breath, I guess we got the last laugh

Rope drop scar, trick daddy round the yard

Thought Creener is his bro

But my mother was superior, daddy saw fury bro

Bottom of the map, Crippy sending my alterium

Yeah, I’ll fight to the day that I die mother fucker

Pulling the drivers in my mid teens

Riding round with some riders, It wasn’t all that

But god damn we were wilding, yeah I did some crimes with them

But I ain’t really vibe with them, y’all know what time it is

Take it every «ning nail», they know where to just sell

Through to school or not, you gonna fail if you have fraile

Me a got a thick skin, hate a whole lot a shit

Got fed up and then eventually started popping it

Rocking like a mother fucker desparate as hell to get out of here

But you cannot escape with this in your head

I would run from it all, but am too confuse to move

Had to sold my soul for powers i can’t even use

Lyrical soup, a soldier you talking about peace

But i don’t know what that is, am here to give them the big

Rock bottom of the map is where it’s at

Ever since I was a kid, you don’t believe that

Them better rap

Yeah, New things, same crew, ain’t shit change

Still crazy, still hood, still my dead grave

Still number one priority, get paid

Still smoke OG just to think straight

Been on a mission, niggas searching for a big play

Never sell my soul, never will I switch lane

Never game in and now I’m like a switchblade

I survive being real, never bitch made

Old blue jeans, fresh new Chris Jade

Same flow, new lab on biscame

Look out the window all i see is the triple lay

I can’t believe this shit change in a big way

Cannibal Heckler, back for the replay

I need your fans to get my number one DJ

The rock bottom of the map is where it’s at

The rhythm of the fuckers is all it’s at

First of all, the county is dead, not wake

And every time it breathes, it bleeds into my fursona… you hear?

Every time am speaking you can put that on your momma

I got two uncles; one Al, one Luke

I pack a shoe that’ll shoot you over everything it distributes

I can’t explain it to you, maybe it’s the weather dog

Got these niggas wild out, rad for whatever dog

Maybe it’s the way we live, maybe it' the cheddar yow

Got these niggas plotting, scheming, dying get it all

We not in the mindframe, you all dig?

I use to be a dog but now am a supreme being

The shockra doctor, all I seeing

Time lost, dick never wife and no European

Fuck what you think? My third eye don’t blink

I come through sipping the green drink

Riding this until I style you legend or you’re a hero in this thing

Speaking with long breath but it turn all bleek

Speaking with long breadth but it turn all bleek

From the get go, Mother Superia beneficial

Well documented, spitting fire never been an issue

For the king, if you’re gonna be it

Put your money on this absolute on the rocks

Straight from the rock, bottom of the map

I put it on the map, I see these grafted cats don’t even know how to act

What to do with that? You want us do with that?

Before the bottom feeds us, know what to do with that

It’s bonafide, 3 o' 5 when I lace

So lyrically, colossal from the land of the base

Drop like a getaway, like the network on face

Sees the beast with the feast, now open the floodgates

Watch me gosh, got these chicken sandbag his face

Gone to Boston with this grammar from Cali to Southdale

From the undeniable, wet queen of the city

Original bottom bitch, ain’t none a y’all fucking with me

What?

The undeniable queen of the city

Original bottom bitch, they still can’t fuck with me, yeah

That’s right man, y’all can’t fuck with us man

Where from the bottom of the map

M.I.A, 3 o'5, DJ EFN

That’s right, it’s Crazy Hood mother fucker

Crazy Hood, Crazy Hood Productions

And we out