MoRuf - Lost in Translation lyrics

Damn, what time is it, got my keys in my pocket, I got cla** in the morning, I'm about to head out of here, to the laundromat... [Verse 1: Moruf] She said she want to be an actress Finish off school, getting established She was a fan of my blackness But f**ed with this Al B. Sure looking n***a, the wackness I learned that one man trash be another man's treasure One man pain be another man's pleasure However, my n***as steady grooving like Costello But they shooting down my dreams, sh** I'm feeling like Coretta When Martin got hit on the balcony Make moves don't say what you about to be You tweet pic-ing saying how fly your outfit be Damn, that's not even lost in translation What are you saying Bump a little Illmatic, switching to that God's Son Cooling with my brother Los, chilling with my godson She on the rebound, Rodman Whole city depending on me, it feel like Gotham These n***as tryna finish me I wonder damn, is this sh** meant to be