Cali Elem - What's Real? [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Uh, look...

[Verse 1]
Two pages and a pen are my instruments
Im tryna make it count down to every increment
And if im heaven sent, then please send me back
Cause im done with these groupies with spaghetti straps
I'm tryna do somethin new, never experienced yet
I'm taking down these fakes and this beer is next
Cause im feeling it. done with concealing it
I feel like im the richest and I haven't made a million yet
Shit, my taxes revealed im fucking broke
And that crowd last night said im just a joke
I always wonder why god hasn't chosen me
So I walk around make these niggas grab their rosaries
I guess that you don't wanna hear how im too poor to eat
Cause when you hear my lyrics you only think that im sorta neat
The sheer thought only makes me noxious
Cause you would listen more if I had mainstream topics
Uh its just the truth I can't handle it, Tom Cruise
If I rapped about ass i'd be in the top two
Got my fist clinched 'till I got my both palms bruised
Tryna get ahead so im tryna get this Nos used
Im allergic to these fakes, achoo

[Hook]
Uh. uh-uh uh-uh x3
So with my hand in the air and this mic in my face
Ima be specific in everything that I say
So what's real?
Uh, what's real?
(yeah. What's real?)

[Verse 2]
Ima leave 'em faded but I don't need the clippers
But bet I'm going hard like Griffin on these records
And if you have an argument, think about who you are again
Don't be a fool, no don't be a Cardigan
I'm simply tryna ressurect what you killed
I had a bucket list but now it's puked filled
Cause this girl last night came up to the room
A light drinker chuggin 'till she nearly turned maroon
Now I gotta wake her up but I don't know her name
And the friend that came with her left her in the sink
And that only made me think how quick it is
That a friend will fucking leave you, ain't that a bitch?
So I keep my friends far, enemies further
Mom always used to pray till her knees hurt her
Now I understand what she tried to keep away
So I'm just tryna get this bread, piece of cake

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
You're going for the title but sorry I'm intervening it
How you 'sposed to beat me when you're only intermediate?
Take a second to think about it, let's share ideas
Like how you fallin for fools with a Mask, Cameron Diaz
Somewhere in my heart is where music mostly hit
So I'm tryna be a roockie with a ring like Posey did
And I'm getting there, well I'm striving to
The crew got a hotel but I'm in this booth
Reading off these two pages that I mentioned
And my studio time just got extended
Cuz I'm no vegetarian so tell me where the beef is
Name every hater i'll take 'em down in a sequence
Tell me how you raw when your lyrics are only decent?
And if I told you to write now, you'd show weakness
And if you have a problem then choke on this large penis
Cause you don't really want war, so peace bitch

So with my hand in the air and this mic in my face
Ima be specific in every-fucking-thing that I say
So what's real?
Yeah
What's real?
What's real anymore?