Cleff & Eugenius - Lil' Sum' [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Eugenius]
I don't do drugs cuz my pops 'bout died from em
On top of that, I don't want nothin to hide from him
He might've sold too, stacked and got fly from it
But you can't fly from it, ain't always a radar you can
Fly under, cop comin', scrambling to hide from em
No tucks, cuz I ain't go to prom or nuthin
Hopefully I'm prominent enough in rhymin so I'm not
35, job huntin, what I look like?
Just wanna have the time for hobbies, what I cook like?
And set my circle up for life, cuz my hooks nice
Like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
I live and die for moments where I'm seein you in awe
When you came out to a show and I'm feeding you the bars
But you knew me as a loser back in school, who woulda thought
Lil Bill had a lil trill in em, lil kill in em
Killin em, wit curriculum from the school of thought
Nowadays, a spitter speak the truth and they boo em off
(Nigga, what are you sayin'?!)
Even Christ was a superstar
They'll hail you, then nail you, no matter who you are, uh
Word to L Boogie, wise words from El Rookie
He a lifer, I remember when we played a lil hooky
She sell herself for dough, but she used to sell cookies
So much for a scouts honor
This is me, Timothy lettin' my mouth wander
Rap game Wally Szczerbiak
I ain't playin witcha, quit askin where my jersey at
Your latest greatest couldn't stand next to my early raps
They say when I was 8 that I looked like Jordan from Bernie Mac
11 years later watch me mack an Aunt Wanda
Write this writer an advance, my stanzas in large font
Wrote my rider in advance, a Fanta and Smart Water
Cuz I Kel the competition, I do, I do, I do
Do-do-do-loo-do, that's word to Nardwuar
Sister had her second daughter, that's word to Art Garf-
They say "kid, you're goin places", let's just hope my car starts
Cuz it's older than me, t'was a gift from a widow
I got my motor for free, Bp by my house
An Arizona for Cleff and a soda for me
Gimme 5 on 5, I'll be open for 3
Buyin' BS, lookin for the golden receipt, ya dig?

[Joey.]
Yeah

[Eugenius]
Ya dig?

[Verse 2: Joey.]
Uh
This is a passion, my girl think that I'm limited though
To strictly love songs, I wonder how far this can go
But I get tired of the questions that I'm asking and
I second guess myself like am I really meant for rapping?
Who cares Joe, you probably overthinking
They tell me that they like the sound, but do they really mean it?
I'on know
Chasing dreams with some empty lungs
Crazy to think in a couple years I'll be 20 sum', yeah
But that's just what it is
If in is the fashion then when do I get a fit
Nah, that's cult acceptance, more like cold rejection and
God be looking out, but me probably look over blessings
And get caught up in old obsessions
But, let me set the record straight
I thought a lil' better when I was crushin' up on Meagan Gates
Hey Maegan, but that's beside the point
Smoke exit out my mouth when I ain't even hit the joint
New mindset, we work better as a team
But, it's hard to get the gold if everybody want the green
So I'm in it alone, least that's what my mind is telling me
They take him as a joke but I am no Bill Bellamy
Just tryna be the G.O.A.T., different meaning from a spelling bee
Somethin' like that......I'on know