Cello Figaro - The Believer [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I just need a chance I don’t need the juice
I just need a whip, it’s almost may i don’t need the roof
They're out of shape I don’t need the proof
Who will save the day, the man on the scene
Say his name 3 times like beetle juice
Whodey that’s figaro figaro figaro
Lamping with my compadres, but
I ain’t rapping like migos yo
If thats what y’all want this is what y’all need
I hear y’all speak, I’m what y’all read
So what y’all say, just a watered down version of what I think
So what are we, I ain’t one of y’all
Cause what are y’all without me
Sipping lean cooking lean at the stove
Sike but the shrooms on the scene
And you know I’m a fiend on the low
On the low I’m hitting Tech this week for a show
Just to expand my roster of pros
I’m to advance for the broads that I know
I ball so hard cause I’m grabbing my goals
I’m slapping the boards, the beat slaps like worldstar video
But this quality, the flow is vimeo
Can’t take the pane then jump out the window
All you weak niggas need a diminuendo
If you gotta look it up then I’m rapping for you
I ain't actin I ain't rapping for views
I ain’t strapped, but I’m packing for two
Y’all ain’t tripping, yea I’m always gone
My friends at home sick of hearing about
Where the man has performed
But girl I’m in ya city, been in your head
If I been on ya mind I should've been in ya bed
I ain’t chasing women I don’t wait for sex
And the cash is nice but I don’t wait for checks
I be on the island smoking out a fiji
Trying not the spend but the ends come weekly
I don’t write much but the pen been leaking
The upside crazy, I’m far from peaking and they can’t believe it

Chorus

I show up in the venue and the fit is all black
Everybody in this mother fucker all rap
Crabs in barrel is what you call that
But I’m aiming the barrel and taking shots if y’all wack
2014 I’m tired of y’all niggas, that's the motto
Follow who you follow, just know that I don’t follow
I’m fucking up the game and I hope she swallows
I’m the big ticket from Minnesota so
Whoever got the money already hit the lotto
Keep kushing, work through that coma
Saved by Cleveland’s kid and I ain’t talking Rilo
Someone had to say it you’re nuisance
I ain’t got the motive for the motor but I’m cruising
Thirsty ones trying to get in the pool
But I really only drink with the ones that I’m cool with
Slaves to the game like bro that’s a cool whip
Fuck the man I’m riding by in a cool whip
In some cool kicks that ain't the cool greys
It stopped being cool when the school as a whole paid
A fee to be the same as the lame they're next too
I’m out of place I guess I'm the next cool
Either that or I’m the next fool
Either way I’m next dude

Bridge

It’s going down but you know they won’t believe you
You throwing down but, they won’t believe you
You’re so profound yet again they won’t believe you
You talked to god yea yea I don’t believe you

Repeat chorus and bridge