Eygt - Break Out [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Eygt]
I paint a picture in head
Make a vision while in bed
And I know that ima get it
Greater missions up ahead
Yeah I'm wishin for the best
I'm swishin through the nets
It's the only way to move on
Get rid of all the stress
I'm focused on my grind
Gotta open up my mind
I been fighting for the dream
Momma hopin that I'm fine
Am I dope enough to shine?
Happen all so quick
I remember when started my
Career, old shit
Now we gotta gold dig
Yeah, I can't lie
Dolla sign up in my eye
Got that money on my mind
Gotta get it gotta have it
But I gotta realize
That before a billionaire
Comes a man, yeah that's right
Waitin for the nap time
When I get to see my dreams
And shine, no Flashlight
Some take da fast life
Some live and grow old
Some enter Hells gate
They did it all wrong
But me, I don't know
I'm winnin fosho
I'm hoppin up top
Just ike a pogo
And if I die young
I ask you don't cry
Cus we gonna see each other again
It's all right
But I just hope I
Ain't a lost soul
That's why I'm sittin in here
Remainin thoughtful
Tryna paint a picture
Nah I ain't Picasso
And everyday it's my dreams
I gotta follow
And though I pray
I don't try to portray
A saint, I really ain't
I been sinnin all day
Gotta win in this game
So nay, I won't stay
Ima rise above the stars
I'm so great

[Hook: J Cole]
And break out, Got what you want, I got what you need
My heart on my sleeve, watch me bleed, I break out!
Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the feins
And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga
Fuck what you think, cause if your shit don't stink
Nigga my shit won't sink, cause it can't, I break out!
I gotta break the fuck up outta here
Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the feins
And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga

[Verse 2: J Cole]
War stories, got tour stories
Pop four whores on the top floor stories
Niggas know, every verse is worth a brick of blow
Just a seven figure nigga got the game in figure four
I know at times I'm hypocritical, you niggas dig it though
I fuck until my dick be sore, leave bitches walkin' pigeon toe and break out!
On to the next bitch, homie
Your new chick, that's my ex-bitch, homie, in fact I'm still logged in her Netflix, homie
Just make sure she cook you breakfast, homie
Her bacon slimmin' but her eggs get runny, funny
So many bombs, you'd think Flex get money, from me
Cole world but my neck get sunny
Now I don't fuck around with hoes from reality shows
Or blow up dolls, cause I don't like havin' sex with dummies, love me
No disrespect meant, honey, this just a compilation of my observations
While trapped in this God-forsaken nation
Shit, but since we makin' conversation
I've been thinkin' me and you would make a bangin' combination
I know that you mad, I know what I said
But my dick be arguin' with my head, all you with the bed, well if so lets

[Hook: J Cole]