Dhamiri - Pay Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[INTRO] : (Dhamiri)

Nothin' in this life is free
I just want my dough, pay up
Shootin' for a three if I don’t? Lay up
Thuggin' on G's who I will K.O

Nothing in this life is free
I just want my dough, pay up
Rather make it rain than paint, spray up
Pussyole using my name? Pay up

[VERSE 1] : (Dhamiri)

Better go get some goals, most got excuses and not got hoes
Not two flows, got no dough, not one whip and got no chro'
You just plain and simple Joe and that’s okay as long as you know
I got more green in a zip than Longos, Sobeys and No Frills if you dont know
When it comes to the beat I don’t need a beat
I sweep em off their feet with my flows
And they say that they're going to support the music
'Til its time pay up and they "broke"
These same peeps work full-time a week
And they would never ever see the dole
But when it come time to rock the stage again
They want free a ticket to the show
NO

[HOOK 1] : (Dhamiri)

Nothin' in this life is free
I just want my dough, pay up
Shootin' for a three if I don’t? Lay up
Thuggin' on G's who I will K.O

Nothing in this life is free
I just want my dough, pay up
Rather make it rain than paint, spray up
Pussyole using my name? Pay up

[VERSE 2] : (Dhamiri)

Used to be an amateur thinkin' 'bout flows
When I hit T.O. it was all about dough
What it was all about then, now it's all bout more
Yeah I love this city, but it fucked with my moesh
And almost killed a girl that I love the most
So I'mma double the dose and I'mma duppy you foes
Word to Roney fam don’t get close
I got black lungs get me? You will get smoked
People think that they can write my flows
Fam do you and don’t just pose
Don’t come to me with your girl problems
I maintain and I don’t fuck hoes
I think money, not pussy and clothes
I don’t watch no other man or girl for that matter
Cause spectators pay and don’t get paid for the show
Keep sleeping 'til I wake you up with a banger

[HOOK 2] : (Dhamiri)

[VERSE 3] : (Dhamiri)

Dealing to deal with the pain of hurt pockets
Tinted whip, bally on like I bump shockers
Loosing my faith but I still want profits
Top pickney send me back to my complex
If I could, I would of saved instead of barkin
These mans couldn’t see what I see so they dark it
Dig my own grave and the coffin I carve it
Some say I'm a strugglin' artist, how so?
If you want it I'm chargin'
So much piff you would think its a garden
Of weeden don’t matter whatever season
Winter or summer I'm eatin'
The police ah roll up cheesin'
I'm doin dirt while they smirk
Put me away and I'll come back peakin'
Im turnt, I don’t defer to evils, Jesus
God knows I got my demons
Trust

[HOOK 3] : (Dhamiri)