Chevaughno - Poor Navvies [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by JHAS]


[Verse 1: ChéVon]
Who down to split the pie?
Flow scorch, like-like a thousand fist of Ra
Lord have mercy, Guanyin
They raised a thousand arms
Now watch the thousands multiply
The preacher, preaching, asking will I hear the son of god?
I said I am right now, bumping to God's Son by Nas
Plenty times I tried to gamble with life and play the odds
But this shit was in my favor, a rude bwoy from Jamaica
And no I was no Shotta, and yes I had some haters
That saw me as a dummy and acted a little funny
Used to be a menace, now mamma look what I'm becoming
Hmm, a little humble
Hmm, a little cunning
Hmm, a little bit of everything, her soup with pumpkin
Just wanna give her everything, just wanna give her something
To show appreciation, r-raising me from nothing
No keys to the car, push start, for when I used to push buttons
Put in work, they used to play me like I wasn't
Maybe my ways archaic sith the old republic
Better old republican
Delegated to my state like, Benjamin Huntington
Now I'm not finished
I started war so let me end it
Let's go back to beginnings
This is where I start the show
My forward play is like Ramsey with an arsenal
Moses at the red sea, now this is where I part your soul
Man this shit is deadly
That's something y'all know
They'll try to behead me, like I'm William de la Pole
I've foreseen it before
Ain't nothing similar to a genius' flow
Not much ahead of me
On a different echelon, a whole different pedigree
I told you I'm the one, I just hope you remember me