Lyrics and translation Kube - Frendi

Frendi

Tää frendi oli husla jo muksun
Printtaili pushaili dösätsettei
Hämärähommat aina kutsu
Poika oli valmiin tekee pelimerkkei

Joo sä sait sut mutsilta just rahat tsettii
Mut en menny ärrälle, vaa näkee tätä frendii
Skanneri pääl, crakattu photoshoppi
Printteri pääl, oikee paperi ja fontti

Tää mun frendi on nii husla
Damn mun frendi on nii G
Ja mun frendi semi gangsta
Sanoin sille pidä siit kii

Tää frendi oli husla viel nuoren
Hittaili, fiktaili hasanippei
Joo se sano et se paska loppuu huomen
Samal skriivaili verssui ja hakkas biittei

Koodaa pre-paid liittymää, meet käymää frendil kyläs
Fuckan vuokran menit käyttää vikat hynät siihe hyvää
Luukkuu täyn savuu silti jengi lisää sitä sydää
Luukku täyn gangii joka päivä mee fucka kytät
Tää mun frendi on nii husla
Damn mun frendi on nii G
Ja mun frendi semi gangsta
Sanoin sille pidä siit kii

Nyt tää frendi ei oo mies; vielki husla
Kasvatti dänkkii ja promos partyi
Mut se halus olla ite lavalla
Eikä ollu valmis unohtaa niit haaveit

Se nauhotti biisei ja hoiti puskat sivus
Se oli viikonloppun DJ ja dägät pushas sivus
Kunnes jengi tajus frendin läpät ja sen flown
Tää mun frendi on se G joo mun frendi on se goat

Tää mun frendi on nii husla
Tää mun frendi on nii G
Ja mun frendi semi gangsta
Sanoin sille pidä siit kii

Kääri mulle lääkettä sen vaivoihin ja murheisiin
Mun [?] älä anna sen mennä tunteisii

My Friend

My friend was a hustler since he was a kid
He printed and sold fake money
Dark business always called to him
He was ready to make a quick buck.

Yeah, you got your money for the month from your mom
But instead of going to the store, you went to see your friend
Scanner on, cracked Photoshop
Printer on, real paper and font.

My friend is such a hustler
Damn, my friend is such a G
And my friend is semi gangsta
I told him to keep it up.

My friend was a hustler when he was young
He sold and smoked weed
Yeah, he said that shit was over tomorrow
At the same time he was writing verses and making beats.

You hack into the pre-paid line, and visit your friend
Instead of paying the rent, you spent the last of your money there
The apartment is filled with smoke, but the crew still smokes more
The apartment is full of gangsters, everyday we fuck the cops
My friend is such a hustler
Damn, my friend is such a G
And my friend is semi gangsta
I told him to keep it up.

Now, my friend is not a kid; still a hustler
He grew weed and promoted parties
But he wanted to be on stage himself
And he wasn't ready to give up on his dreams

He recorded songs and took care of his plants on the side
He was a weekend DJ and sold drugs on the side
Until people realized my friend's raps and his flow
My friend is the G, yeah my friend is the goat

My friend is such a hustler
My friend is such a G
And my friend is semi gangsta
I told him to keep it up.

Roll me some medicine for his pain and sorrows
My [?], don't let him get emotional