EQ - Brink of Classic [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
I'm on the brink of classic
I promise that I feel it
I wouldn't lie, if I didn't this wouldn't be the realness
They want the honesty
So that be what I'm giving
Gotta excuse me if I'm sounding anything but driven, oh
I promise that I feel it
I wouldn't lie, if I didn't this wouldn't be the realness
They want the honesty
So that be what I'm giving
Gotta excuse me if I'm sounding anything but driven, oh

[Verse 1: Benz Shelton]
Now they probly ain't gon' like this, but they know where the flow's at
Said they don't fuck with the white, don't they know I brought soul back?
I rolled that, I smoked that, with every one of them old cats
Who told me keep on grindin' youngin', don't you ever hold back

Slow that - bring it back to I know that, you may relate
EQ had brought that fro back, but this right here my great escape
Tanqueray, paper planes, and jay's is all a fallacy
Cause bang for bang, we all the same when fame becomes reality

When you really wish you did it for the things you never had
But although you won't admit it, it's because they said you can't
Now you lookin' in their faces like, 'Damn, who's the fuckin man?'
Bitch, fuck a grand, I'm fuckin' grand, I got a million in my hand

And I'mma throw it, yeah, yeah I'mma throw it
And I promise all of ya'll are go - gonna know it
I'mma throw it, yeah, yeah I'mma throw it
And I promise all of ya'll are go - gonna know it


[Hook]
I'm on the brink of classic
I promise that I feel it
I wouldn't lie, if I didn't this wouldn't be the realness
They want the honesty
So that be what I'm giving
Gotta excuse me if I'm sounding anything but driven, oh
I promise that I feel it
I wouldn't lie, if I didn't this wouldn't be the realness
They want the honesty
So that be what I'm giving
Gotta excuse me if I'm sounding anything but driven, oh

[Verse 2: EQ]

Said I'm on the brink of classic - goin' crazy, need a shrink for rappers
Work so hard that I get no sleep, other niggas all on the brink of average
When it comes to terms of honesty and it's deliverance
Me and Benz about to kill the fuckin' competition

When it comes to the rap shit, you can talk the talk but can you walk the walk, kid?
When it comes to the wack shit, better let them know that I'm just getting started
And you can hear the realness every time the treble bevels
Niggas say they feel it, but they isn't on the level

And you think you the master
The story of my success'll make other niggas tragic
You reach the point of classic, then all that's left is magic
You best believe that by the time I'm done, it's in my hands, oh

How long I'm sayin' to the casket?
I put so much into rap that these cats'll think it's magic
I'm just a normal boy, that's on the brink of classic
Reaching for the stars and walking on the moon to pass em