Fi'yah - The Cost [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
You will never know how much it took for me to be here
I left so much behind just so I can be here
A lot of pain a lot of waiting, tryna live my dream
It's obvious why they aiming on me
They won't understand my hustle they won't understand my grind
Explaining it will be wasting my time
They won't understand my hustle they won't understand my grind
Explaining it will be wasting my time

[Verse 1]
Young prince turned to a king, shaping up my flow like a cup of protein
Just a young king in war with a dream, walking through America like prince Akeem
Chasing for that paper, tryna get that green
An adequate amount is all I need, rats appear when u talk about cheese
I'm cool might wanna roll down yo sleeves
Close ya eyes and picture this
College kid tryna ball without assist (Steve Nash)
Shooting for a dream, hoping that he don't miss
Hip-Hop history, he just tryna make the list
That's me O.G. F-I-Y-A-H
I'm in this place make me some space
Never copy and paste, I follow my pace
I'm in this race and I ain't stoppin' till I get first place
Don't understand? Get up out my face

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Pouring Hennessy in my cup, tryna get rid of the pain
From Mississippi there is only so much you can gain
So I stay in my own lane, don't really care for fame
But when your hot everybody gotta know your name
She call me tinman that's cuz she don't understand
I been in love before not tryna do that again
Well atleast for the moment, I just wanna fuck em all
Get em down in the draws fuck em right then they a lost cause
Never falling off like Steve's overalls
Family matter, when I need help I call
I guess they won't understand
It takes a sacrifice to become a real man

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Lately things been moving at a fast pace
Big dreams I need a bigger pillow case
Jesus walks devil stalks, paying for my mistakes (watch my back)
Tryna figure out thy cost hope it ain't too late
Wait wait gotta tie my shoe lace
And get back to the route so I can win this race
Slept on the world, woke up between life's legs
Holding on trying not to fall off the edge
All in or nothing, that's my only pledge
Sacrificing my time, just to get that bread
Like pigeon shit, my shit gon drop unexpected
Left God a voice mail, I hope it was collected
Waiting for my shot I'm loading ammunition
Fathered these niggas I'm hip-hops pediatrician
Not worried about the cost, Gotta sacrifice to become the boss

[Hook]

My time, my time, my time, my time