Translation of the song lyrics Atak - Juice

Atak (original)

Mama oprosti ako sam te ikad razočarao
Zbog ovog načina života sam sam put stvarao
Ljude nisam varao, već su oni mene varali
Hteo sam da znam za dinar kolko bi se karali
I izdali te onda kad se najmanje nadaš
Hteo sam da znam osećaj kad u zamku padaš
Da bih se opekao i to znao za drugi put
Ovaj život je kratak ali itekako skup
U mom poslu mnogo đubradi, džukela, džibera
Ljudi koji rade bez svog dela lica imena
Potcenjuju me zbog njihove trenutne slave
Ali u prednosti sam jer sam naučio da padnem
I kad ih sretnem gladne to je susret istine
Oni su niko i ništa slava brzo izmiče
A ulica se otvori, ko vulkan za minut guta
Zato brzo grabe, da bi mi se sklonili sa puta
Atak na 93 je samo pokušaj
Ugašen i zgažen kao jebeni opušak
Ja nisam underground, življi sam od reke
Underground je mrtav reper ispod zemlje
Beogradski satovi kucaju mnogo brže
Naše ulice su brze, pravac ne mogu da drže
Svi oni koji ne pripadaju nama
Srbija je Zoo vrt, ograda je Balkan
Rime trošim u minutu, ko Capone doboš tompsona
Pozitivan na keš kao hit Medžik Džonsona
Život je ko BMW, pa ga teram u crveno
Ako bogatstvo je stranputica, odavno sam skreno
Jer koji kurac dišem ako dah mi nije plaćen
Titula je euro, na penalu sam ko Pančev
Svet je mnogo lepši kad ga gledaš kao mi
Kroz cvikere made in Italy
93, ti ne kapiraš ovo ali tvoje dete hoće
Da bi FU bio shvaćen treba ceo vek da prođe
Džep, džep mora da je pun kad napuni se sveska
Naše linije su otisci zarađenog keša
Koliko ću još hiljada puta još očima da zakolutam
Koliko hiljada eura da izbroji moja ruka
Kolko hiljade hejtera me čeka po kraju luta
Koliko hiljada fejkera moji reči će da guta
A sutra kad sranje ne mogu da svare
Čukaće po netu negativne komentare
Kad bi smeli da se jave lupao bi im šamare
Zato što su cave male što keš ne znaju da prave
Pa im smeta što smo glave jedine u igri prave
Nismo na nivou jednog dana živimo te dane
Punimo te šare, pušite nam kare
Voke broji pare, pozdravi sad palme
Tolko smo puta već palili preko bare
Da nam više nije first da prelećemo okeane
Poletim jedan, kad sletim već drugi dan
Je nemam vremena za džet leg, u glavi već novi plan je

Atak (translation)

Mom sorry if I ever disappointed you
Because of this way of life, I created the path myself
I didn't cheat people, they cheated on me
I wanted to know how much they would fight for a dinar
And betray you when you least expect it
I wanted to know the feeling when you fall into a trap
To get burned and know it for the second time
This life is short but very expensive
There are a lot of garbage, mutts, garbage in my business
People who work without their work face names
They underestimate me because of their current fame
But I have the advantage because I learned to fall
And when I meet them hungry it is a meeting of truth
They are nobody and nothing fame quickly slips away
And the street opened up like a volcano swallowing in a minute
So they grab me quickly to get out of my way
An attack on 93 is just an attempt
Extinguished and trampled like a fucking cigarette butt
I'm not underground, I'm more alive than the river
Underground is a dead rapper underground
Belgrade clocks are ticking much faster
Our streets are fast, they can't keep the direction
All those who do not belong to us
Serbia is the Zoo, the fence is the Balkans
I spend rhyme in a minute, when Capone gets a Thompson
Positive on cash as Magic Johnson's hit
Life is like a BMW, so I drive it red
If wealth is a diversion, I have long since turned away
Because what the fuck am I breathing if my breath isn't paid
The title is the euro, I'm on the penalty spot like Pancev
The world is much more beautiful when you look at it like we do
Through cvikere made in Italy
93, you don't get this but your child will
It takes a whole century for FU to be understood
Pocket, the pocket must be full when the notebook is filled
Our lines are prints of earned cash
How many more times will I roll my eyes
How many thousands of euros to count my hand
How many thousands of haters are waiting for me at the end of the wandering
How many thousands of fakers my words will swallow
And tomorrow when shit I can't digest
There will be negative comments on the net
If they dared to call, he would slap them
Because the caves are small because they don't know how to make cash
So it bothers them that we are the only real heads in the game
We are not at the level of one day we live those days
We fill those patterns, smoke our curries
Voke is counting the money, now greet the palm trees
We've burned across the pond so many times already
That we are no longer the first to cross the oceans
I take off one, when I land the other day
I don't have time for a jet leg, a new plan is already in my head