Genius English Translations

"​​morten - Rail Road (Ft. Brandon Thomas) (English Translation)"

[Intro: Brandon Thomas]
Watch me, look at me
Watch me, look at me
Watch me, look at me
Read a book, take a look
Ride around, with the hood
With the, with the, uh
Man, what, what he sayin'?

[Hook: morten]
We hustle, we deal
This is the mission
Only God can judge me
The cops can go f*ck themselves
The street sends its greetings, from north to south
The pot, that we smoke
We box, the rats
We hustle, we deal
This is the mission
Only God can judge me
The cops can go f*ck themselves
The street sends its greetings, from north to south
The pot, that we smoke
We box, the rats

[Part 1: morten]
We make millions
I sell the bags like Luis Vuitton
I sell the bags just like Michael Kors
I'm smokin' my cash, what's the reward?
Stacks of cash, millions and millions
Still not much, just knew how
Me and my G's, make into cash, for the industry
I'm on the streets, the drinks are too dirty, but everything's clean

[Part 2: Brandon Thomas]
Talk too much
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too much, yeah
Stay in touch, told her "stay in touch", yeah
We rollin' now, man
Smokin' all these blunts, man
I smoke no cigarettes, man
sh*t disgusting
Uh, ey, ride around my city with it
Yeah, man, I f*ck a b*tch up in your city with it
Hello? Let's go
She [?] blow
n*gga, I pay with the dope
n*gga, I came with the dope
n*gga, I been trappin' dope
Since 'bout eight years old
n*gga, I see you in the cold
n*gga, but I'm still bold

[Bridge: Brandon Thomas]
n*gga, you better know what the f*ck going on
n*gga, I'm in Berlin with these n*ggas
In the motherf*ckin' Studio, n*gga
We goin' crazy

[Hook: morten]
We hustle, we deal
This is the mission
Only God can judge me
The cops can go f*ck themselves
The street sends its greetings, from north to south
The pot, that we smoke
We box, the rats
We make millions

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