Cyto. - No Sweat [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Packing dugouts as we run out for the seventh inning stretch
Fixing brunch, the bunch repping Sabbath, day of rest
No stress, no mess, all done, no sweat
Checking pulses in the morning, morning glory, no one dead
So we dash out to the park down south
Embarking in the Buick, Magna Carta playin' loud
Jay better pay a good listen to the sound
Cole made you diamonds, how about gold for your crown
But, for now, we pullin' up to the lake
Blunts straight as Frank, high roller’s shame, poker-face
Hall of Fame playing flame, lighting flame to the dank
First to the creek gets green, time to break
Dang, I've been counting on this good day
Soul full so I'm ready for a name change
And one day, I'mma quit saying hopefully
I'mma make it, ma, to the top, pop, wait and see

[Hook]
We all addicted, we all addicted
No sweat x4
We all gifted, we all gifted, no, no
No sweat x3

[Verse 2]
I’m on the come up, now I’m here to sum up
The events of my life so far now listen to these bars
I’ll be telling some truth and some fiction
Soon I’ll be selling the fruit of my diction
The root of my addiction’s my desire to live life
So I live by the pipe, these memories ripe
For the making, I ain’t the type to be taking
Advantage of others just opportunities
I stay true to me, a proven smooth gee
Getting groovy with the good weed and the lucy
Rolling jays I got the loose leaf juicy
New emcee but I know I got these fools beat
That’s why I know I’m soon to be the greatest rap game
Man, fuck am I saying?
No need to be the best, just need to coast West
Through life, no stress, no sweat

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Packing up as we tuck, we rollin' out the woods
Takin' care of the fare, Cyto sippin' on the goods
Better broke and a stone than a diamond in the rough
Better Bob, paintin' pictures, than another Ricky Ross
Hah, just wait until this high's wearing off
The green for my fiends is the means to gettin' off
I'm focused on the songs but this loud's a lil' much
A double-edged sword, still sworn to the blunt
But real talk, I'm afraid of blowing up
Afraid of change, Sway, caine, maybe just stop
But be sure if I ever make the come-up
I'm headed to the West cause I'm cruel like the summer
Dang, I'm cruel like the summer
Cyto still seeing big dreams, keep running
'Till I'm sittin' there with nothing, 'till I'm six feet under
From the city of the middle to the top of the summit, yeah

[Hook]