Cam James - Sleep 4 Weeks (Childish Gambino Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Is anybody out there?

Uh

This is real life I'm rappin' bout, ambitions I'm actin' out
Haters smell it comin', and hold they breath until they passin' out
And half the doubt, I'm seein' is a product of my past
This underdog just whooped yo ass, I'm on fire bet y'all ain't laughin' now
No 9/11 but, they callin 'em when I smack ya mouth
Wit controversial language, got Pistons that could stack-a-house
My music is life, double figure 8s around these niggas
Thinkin' that they competition, and they politely backin' out
I could easily get up on this microphone and yap about
The money, bitches... clothes but my conscience would have to bounce
Like checks, style is foreign like Czechoslovakians
My mission, to make failure impossible like a Romney win
They jockeyin', to get that pole position by local dissin'
Hear that passion in my vocals drippin' like Joker lip n'
Only got four conditions nigga, keep calm n respect mine
Give it to me straight up and make sure my f*ckin' checks signed
Y'all don't know my struggle, I'm a product of domestic violence
Coincided wit my skin color's more than enough
To keep that drive burnin' inside Kobe Bryant Olympic
Five rings, honin' my craft I'm too fly for yo physics Wake UP
Cause all I see is (see is), imitators n kids
They stay backtrackin' this progress, they on Twitter followin' trends
And I know, you claimin' yo clique is riders like Winona
Well mine is stackin' that paper, this rapper got a diploma and
My president is half black, the other half is kinda white but like Barack
This African blowin' like Black, Dynamite
Find a flight, outta the country I got that Coyote Ugly
For rappers thinkin' they can touch me (ha)
Y'all brain matter dusty, utilizin' that autotune to make yo moves
That shit is outdated like readin' that paper for news
I been payin' my dues, thinkin' bout that rapper life
Lyrically slap you niggas, wit lotion like a Kappa fight
One day I'mma have a wife, for now I got a ride-or-die
Lady wit class, that hold me down n I ain't gotta lie
Firefly, Campin' out wit niggas I would never doubt
Shoutout to Gambino this instrumental I'm stampin' out
Bodybag, stretchin' out my lyrics like Pilate class
Blessed, catchin' breaks that could make a Maserati drag
I got my feet wet, now I kill it off reflex
Game losin' color, I'mma dye it like I eat less
I'm THE best, rapper you know that's college educated
If it wasn't for my friends n fam I'd a never made it
I became a monster when my parents was separated
Seein' through black n white because my vision desegregated
My music elevated, young kids wit' a dream to get
Outside of they circumstance, real shit n I plead the fifth
On how I gained this knowledge, shoulda stayed wit Vonage
Cause my phone calls is long distance, y'all blow hard wit no sinus
This rap shit is my passion, got no competition I know of
Y'all spittin' that same shit, so y'all lames get no love
Hashtag turn up and poppin' Mollys in yo lyrics
That shit might work in Atlanta, but the world ain't tryna hear it mannnn

Ha... quick break to breathe

Back at it...
Look, I was born for this, it's written on my birth certificate
Flippin' syllables and sentences, feelin' terrific wit terrific wit
Goin' hard for people that I need to reach
Wakin' niggas up on the daily, cause y'all been sleep for weeks