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Lirieke
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
– (Pipe wat kak op, TnT)
Yeah, uh
– Ja, uh
Uh, yeah, yeah
– Uh, ja, ja
Mhm, yeah
– Mhm, ja
Back to back rolling up, four in the morning, thinking about my nigga
– Terug na terug rol op, vier in die oggend, dink aan my nigga
Lord knows that I’ma miss you
– God weet dat ek jou mis
Sometimes my life get super wild and I be wishing I was with you
– Soms word my lewe super wild en ek wens ek was by jou
But the turtle race continues
– Maar die skilpadwedloop gaan voort
Don’t dot the door without my pistol
– Moenie die deur sonder my pistool stippel nie
Just know whenever they come and get me, it’s gon’ be a bang out
– Weet net wanneer hulle my kom haal, dit gaan’n bang wees
Long live Bangout, he was the first to leave on this journey
– Lank lewe Bangout, hy was die eerste om te vertrek op hierdie reis
Lord, don’t let me leave this earth so early
– Here, moenie dat ek hierdie aarde so vroeg verlaat nie
Let me watch my seeds grow and flourish
– Laat my kyk hoe my sade groei en floreer
Promise to change my ways, I’m going corporate
– Belowe om my maniere te verander, ek gaan korporatiewe
Mama said this where the thuggin’ ends
– Mamma het dit gesê waar die boef eindig
I wonder who gon’ fix my heart, I wonder who gon’ wipe my tears
– Ek wonder wie gaan my hart regmaak, ek wonder wie gaan my trane afvee
Wonder why my life hard, I wonder when my pain gon’ heal
– Wonder hoekom my lewe hard, ek wonder wanneer my pyn gaan genees
And tell the feds I know they real, don’t want no smoke with ’em
– En vertel die federale ek weet hulle werklik, wil nie rook met hulle
But they had my brother, I had to come and get him
– Maar hulle het my broer gehad, ek moes hom kom haal
So many niggas fell a victim, lost off in the system
– Soveel niggers het’n slagoffer geword, verlore in die stelsel
I hit my knees, God came and got me
– Ek het my knieë geslaan, God Het gekom En my gekry
So many court dates and funerals, tribulations and trials
– Soveel hofdatums en begrafnisse, verdrukkinge en verhore
Snakes with handshakes, crossed and crooked smile
– Slange met handdrukke, gekruiste en krom glimlag
From the streets to the bunk, from the bunk to the streets
– Van die strate tot die stapelbed, van die stapelbed tot die strate
Thug life ain’t dead, believe me
– Die lewe is nie dood nie, glo my
And for my niggas locked down, at war with the system
– En vir my nigga’s wat opgesluit is, in oorlog met die stelsel
I promise to come and get you
– Ek belowe om jou te kom haal
And to my niggas dead and gone up in heaven, know I miss you
– En aan my nigga’s dood en opgevaar in die hemel, weet ek mis jou
The turtle race continues, the turtle race continues, nigga
– Die skilpadwedloop gaan voort, die skilpadwedloop gaan voort, nigga
Turtle race, the turtle race, the turtle race continues
– Turtle race, die turtle race, die turtle race gaan voort
Mm, mm, yeah, turtle race, turtle
– Mm, mm, ja, skilpad ras, skilpad
The turtle race continues, nigga
– Die skilpadwedloop gaan voort, nigga
Yeah, uh, uh
– Ja, uh, uh
The turtle race, the turtle race
– Die skilpadwedloop, die skilpadwedloop
For sure
– Vir seker
What you want, my nigga? And like, I was telling Yeah
– Wat wil jy hê, my nigga? En soos, ek het Gesê Ja
Like, like, when you reach that level, my nigga And guess what? it’s like I lost a lot of motherfuckers that I And at the end of the day [?]
– Soos, soos, wanneer jy daardie vlak bereik, my nigga en raai wat? dit is asof ek baie motherfuckers verloor het wat ek en aan die einde van die dag [?]
