Catt - Young Money [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Introduction
..."3 It sounds like its working *laughs* okay I'm ready

Verse 1:
I can't mention dollas, cause I don't have any
I want to change the world pity-pocket change of penny
And plenty on the pauper, I'm not proper for the pop
To be a pop princess, that dream will never stop
I want to have a castle, but I'm too much of a hassle
Yo I don't believe in hustle
Taught myself to rap without a gangsta muscle
I'm too weak to be a thug
Cause I like to bake cookies and give everyone a hug
I'm patting on the glitter and I'm reppin' Hello Kitty
Its time to copycat Minaj and say I'll sign a titty
I'll be signed to her committee
I want a record label
C-a-Double-T is stuck under the table
And Nicki's sitting stable, comfy in a chair
On a pedestal in my mind it isn't fair
I suffer from depression underneath the desk
Want to turn the furniture, tsh I'm just a mess
In "Itty Bitty Piggy" she wins and I lose
Then her laughter at the end I pretend it doesn't bruise
If shes a Barbie, does that make me Ken?
The fact we both rap is a huge comparison
Only thing we have in common, and its embarrassin'
People gonna rate me two, and she will get a ten
Two is for the peace she'll get ten for both your hands
She is just a legend do whatever she commands
I respect that gimmick
The phobia I have is being called her mimic
Or you think ima' diss her
Wheres my cherry chap stick, cause I think I'm finna kiss her
I want to touch her butt
Honestly the truth it is speaking from my gut
Yeah I freaking love her
For years I kept it secret and used hating as a cover
I was jealous to my core
Only way to sell this is you buy the fact I'm poor
Not as fortunate as her unfortunately
Don't get it mixed up I'm a good sport you see
I want to join the team
Not for the wealthy cause, it cuz they live the dream

Chorus:
Young Money Young Money you don't have to raise me
The competition in this game is a little crazy
I'm afraid that I won't make it
I'm seeing other rappers spots and trying not to take it
I'll build my territory
Young Money Young Money not in the story

Verse 2:

I can’t mention paper unless it’s with a pen
Want to change the universe without a purse again
I’m plenty on the poor; I pour soda and sing pop
To be a pop princess that dream is on the top
I want to have a kingdom, yeah those songs I could have singdom'
But it sucked when they were sang
So I taught myself to rhyme and flow with a little slang
Yeah I’ll never be hood
And since I’m not ghetto I get misunderstood
I’m putting on my hope for my hip-hop title
Since I can’t sing I’m not American Idol
My talents homicidal, rhymes are always killin’
If Nicki is a rap hero, then I am a villain
I see her booty chillin' on another nomination
She puts the word bomb in the word abomination
Yeah my confession is I constantly complain
About my competition cause we are not the same
In “Moment 4 life” Nicki is a King
In my own life I’m not anything
If she’s a Barbie, then I’m a teddy bear
Hug people like I’m famous though I’m not already there
I’m trying to hold steady when people will compare
Petty similarities I wish we didn't share
Nickis not the reason I ever got started
Before I even heard of her my lyrics were wholehearted
I respect her success
But being called her copycat puts me under stress
I’m not an understudy
I hate being a hater; I’d rather be a buddy
I’m one of a kind
Honestly the truth music’s on my mind
I should elaborate
Me and Minaj should collaborate
It would be a nice feature
I could take advice like she is a teacher
Since I have less, yeah I should get a lesson
Hope the outcomes a studio session
With the hip-hop queen
Its time to get focused and chase my own dream

(Repeat Chorus)