Chosen (CG) - 14 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hitting up my bro
Like when you coming up I need to flow
Let me know
He said in a few months school is becoming a problem
Well I just need to record I'm becoming a goblin
Venting to my boy asking how the hell I'm gonna make it
He said I'm only 14 be patient
Well I want success and that money they making
But I'm better than half and that's the end of the equation
He showing me people I know that I'm better then
Consider me a rookie well Im better than the veterans
If you claim you sick ill deliver you some medicine
Then my bro who helps me get my stuff out
Saying I need a breath of fresh I ain't tryna puff out
Said I might have to do it on my own
Well all I got is my phone
How is that enough
My laptop is hanging on by limbs
Old as hell I can barely log in
How can I record on there
How am I gonna make it out of here
Then he said you know what I got you
& I really respected that much appreciated
So I knew
No more weak stuff I got to do
And put out songs that show I'm really dedicated
No more coming up short
It's time to grow
Forget about sports
I just want to rap & flow
I'm still young your gonna make it over time
Nah I want it now I told you I'm on my grind
They got my back better be I'm giving you my entire spine
& having you roll my wheelchair to that finish line
Thank god for the people I have in my corner
Only about 2-3 always been a loner
I needed to know how to work on my own
But to get big I have to be known
I need mixtape downloads
Fuck all the other rappers I'm tryna get this crown tho
& if you don't like how I sound tho
Cause I'm being real and rap what Im around so
You don't listen you just press that dislike button
Then you write something
Like you suck I hope you never mic nothing
Hope you never record ever
I hope you realized you are trash and could never get better
Well Ill reply with thanks for the reply have a good day & good night
Keep that going cause that's the same stuff that makes me write
I have over 50 in my phone
Alone
I remember when I thought I lost it I almost lost my dome
& wanted to be in a coffin
Probably would've gave up cause I couldn't finish like Boston
No offense
I'm tryna try be the best
I put my life into the words I have
Go crazy in real life nah I rather spazz
On my notepad
Tryna make It out young like joey badass
I wish he could hear this know me & my craft
We both from Brooklyn I wanted to go to his high school when I was younger
So If I stayed would I have been with him tearing up stages that summer
But I can't look for regrets
Like his group it's the era to progress
Im tryna get better in ever rap I write
And not say I mean it was something light
Tell me turn up as long as you do it To my music
Cause ill be damned if I have a chance & I blew up
If I had the game In my hands and said screw it
Threw up that shot
With 2 on the clock
But this time it went in
Buzzer rang all net the ball barely fit in
Well this is metaphor for when this record is in
I'ma break world records I just want y'all to listen
Friends like you spit real no one touching you
I hope everyone thinks that on everything I'm touching too
I'm killing rappers like its nothing so it's true
I live my life behind bars
Bought a telescope so I can visualize with stars
Hoping that galaxy can make room for another
Except I'm replacing the sun but stone cold like a stunner
Skipping meals but somehow hungry for the top
And when I'm the perfect picture hip hop
But my image was photo shopped
And I was cropped
Out of the way image
Shout out to my bro we are out to get it
I said ima put them on
Shout out to Matt & John
Also to my boy EJ
Made my life a lot easy
He let me use his equipment
Using a rockband mic
And even then it was sickening
I always told him my rhymes were tight
I'm just trying to be the best and I'm talking over everyone who every wrote
I'm just tryna be the greatest I'm talking whoever spoke
You have to keep your company small & death comes in threes only fourteen
But in this scene
All together it's four we bout to kill what ever I seen
A head full of steam
Ima keep it real y'all others don't know
These other rappers just flow
My words over the globe
But for now it's on a beat
Dance with 2 left feet
But brought many to their seats
Clapping both their hands
I was watching from the stands
I'm tryna be the man
And I understand
I can't do this on my own
So give me your criticism hit me up on my phone
I'm tryna be living with the stuff I write off my dome
But my friends like bro you can't do this alone
Tryna take opportunity of the chance that are giving
Told my parents this is how ima make a living
Maybe this is the first song I share with them
My dad wanted to listen
His head bumping with the rhythm
Gets a concussion this words are hard hitting
He understood what I'm spitting
Truly realized I'm gifted
I ain't doing this for nothing more but to be listed
Along with the competition
I wrote in my composition
And I'm only a sophomore
Words hard hitting but they got a soft core
And ima stay spitting like I had a bad cough
Edited this beat for 2 hours watching the time pass off
I stopped wishing & started rapping my ass off
Till only one standing then I knocked the last off
The top is lonely & maybe ill like that
I wouldn't want my life back
Long as I have my mic back
Feed me pressure I might crack
Not my soul but these heads with this light bat
But nah that ain't me I'm just tryna win
I'm only fourteen a child among men