D-Cal - Honest Remix (Showtime) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

My nigga been hustlin' tryna make him something
Ain't no tellin' what he'd do for the paper
Funny thing is if you know
Everything else just for show
Cause you gotta act a fool on a hater

Remember the dreams we had
Big rims, coats and Easy Mac
Scotty rocked Hurrache’s
My Adidas had the cheesy strap
Now it’s Calvin Klein, St. Laurent, Louis carryon’s
Shorty carry strong shit be bomb Call it “Know Saddam”
Bad bitch have you burning bread- is the toaster on?
Sling dat provolone Run my block Don Corleone
When I’m home Running three corners like a Toblerone
Niggas scared to ask about my future so I pose it for them
Where you been? Where you at nigga?
I be like shitting on your life I’m glad asked nigga
Hop up on a Future beat to rap about the past with ya
Ironic I thought it but none the less hear me blast niggas

Straight Mr. Cee how they playing both sides
Forever’s just a moment when you wasting no time
Every star that burns in sky don’t shine and every nigga say they chasing paper won’t grind
Show time

Every nigga fighting, praying they make it to show time
Patience is a virtue- hone your craft and hit that slow grind
Everybody gotta heart but I’m willing to show mine
For this music shit I give you all of my life

Started at the bottom
Chillin' at the bottom
Praying Destiny gon’ give me what she promised
Cause all I see is poverty and niggas loving llamas
And Lord knows I’ma target with this vicious anger problems
So when I get run up on and done up
Are the angels gone come up
Or will Lucifer come down
Smiling like “boy you fucked now”
Lord tell me please
When I’m gone, all I want is happy memories

My nigga been hustlin' tryna make him something
Ain't no tellin' what he'd do for the paper
Funny thing is if you know
Everything else just for show
Cause you gotta act a fool on a hater

Started at the bottom
Chillin' at the bottom
Praying Destiny gon' give me what she promised
Cause all I see is poverty and niggas loving llamas
And Lord knows I’ma target with this vicious anger problems
So when I get run up on and done up
Are the angels gone come up
Or will Lucifer come down
Smiling like “boy you fucked now”
Lord tell me please
When I’m gone, all I want is happy memories

My nigga been hustling tryna-
Scratch that
DoubleUp been coming tryna-
Scratch that
Everything else just for show
Check my feelings at the door
Cause I know I’ll hear a lot from a hater