Sold Out Lyrics English Translation by FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG
Hey, hey, ha
Hey, 52, get lost
Hey, greetings to all my own
No questions for the idiots (Hey)
I don’t understand them (No)
My people on the blocks, I’m a cool guy
Make it so that I melt
Came from hell and brought my brothers with me (From there)
This means we’ve risen (Yeah)
Don’t ask anyone for anything when you’re messed up
Prove that you’re real (Hey, do it)
Heard a lot of promises, seen a lot of fakes
I don’t associate anymore (Go to hell)
Even if you have money
White, you’re not spinning the planet
Took cash from the ATM
We’re still the same junkies
But now we’re using our brains (R-r-ra)
So our kids can be better than us
And hopefully not get stuck
I remember how it all started (Yeah)
We never stayed at home (That’s right)
The street always knew us
Before the rise of Instagram
We were blowing up SoundCloud (52, pa)
But that’s not enough
Appreciate the moment – Mom won’t always be around
I’m wearing Armani, I’m still the one
Who brought loyalty to the industry (Yeah)
Bags with hundred dollar bills
Pass by the police, don’t show them your face
Don’t show your tears yet
Make it so they respect you (Kill them)
We’re hanging with the neighborhood – it’s a coming out
Fat stacks with large denominations (Rock star)
Forget the photos, but I take them
My money isn’t for the cameras
Take care of yourself, white (Fuck 12)
My people aren’t for the cameras (R-r-ra)
The Earth is round, but that’s not the truth
Because we walked on the edge
Meeting my homie – he’s out now
But I wouldn’t say he was busy there
He moved his whole life with the same people
We’re still in touch with them (Greetings)
We’re on the billboards, no weed at home
Looks like it’s sold out (Hey)
All their words on the microphone – it’s dust for the rhyme
Why do you want their shoutout? (Tell me, white)
No questions for the idiots (Hey)
I don’t understand them (Yeah)
First class, I crossed the border (Yeah)
Jumped into a black Rover, we have a hangover (Goddamn)
The bitch is bouncing – Miss Big Ass (Uh)
I’m wearing new Jordans – yes, I took them from the rich
I remember the traphouse after the close party (What?)
I was broke, I had no money
Always messed up, I hung with the crew
I was a young blood, looking for recognition (Woo)
Mom, I’m breaking all records in the trap game (Hey)
Cops are searching for something, to hell with their orders
Tell them: I’m in my best shape
Look at me, my machine is like a transformer (R-r, pa-pa-pa-pa)
A huge machine gun with a telescope on it
We’re slinging weed, they’re pushing salt
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I stand for the truth, even if it hurts me
Damn, why is it ten million now?
To hell with their advances, give me ten yards
Rising – they immediately call me a brother
Coughing when bros are standing nearby
Tell me, white