B-Hump - The Gold [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: B-Hump]
The way I lay these lines down, it reminds them of the blow days
Sunday's, another day to cook cocaine
They say this skill is a blessing, but I'm profane
Y'all pray I'm a predator; on leather seats no stain
Hydroplaning to Wells Fargo
Trying to manifest five hundred mill in these cargos
Double or nothin', to kill ya hype down
You the illest in the room, if I put my mic down
And I rather hear the silence
Gulping on some grown man shit, y'all childish
I'm not a meteorologist, I ain't trying to debate the coldest
I treat the shit for what it is, I just mold it
Art nigga
Tear any rapper apart nigga, the redeemer
Standing above the charts nigga
Y'all ain't ready to beef, nah I'm too raw nigga

[Hook: B-Hump]
I've been wearing the silver for too long
I don't care who bring the bronze home
I got my eye on the gold, I'm in the zone
Platinum in the future, but for now I want the gold
I want the gold
[3X]
I want the gold

[Verse 2: B-Hump]
Good luck to the follow act
Cuz I'm killing this shit, no hollow caps
Fuck ya hand claps, and applauses
My talent, haven't even blossomed
But competition is still playing possum
Seems like I'm a fucking God, be cautious
Cause you don't wanna say some shit that's nonsense
I flow back atcha, without a conscience
I'm so nonchalant when im launching
You don't wanna pause a comma or an ellipsis
I got a 'diff'rent stroke'
'Whatchu talking bout Willis?'
Why you talking bout hundreds, when we tryna make millions?
You persuading men?, we recruiting women
Pick a different strategy, we winning
Check mate, shoot the pawns
Kidnap the queen
We gods, with a pocket full of dreams

[Hook]

[Verse 3: B-Hump]
Some just want better, I just want the best
The doctors never seen a heart like I possess
I don't believe in spirits but damn, I'm possessed
There's some type of monster hiding in his flesh
Always tryna excel
Go large today and tomorrow I'm XL
I'm apparel sizing life up, guns and knifes up
Ready to conquer any obstacles that strike up
I'm nice huh?
Lucky libra fucking zebras and mix breeds
I like them on top doing 6 speeds
Cu- cu- cut the brake lines
Only deal with those with great minds
Something like mines
I'm the next gen Jay, but I write mines
Well, at least for right now
Running laps handing myself the batton
Ice cubes, on top of Paul Masson

[Hook]