George The Poet - Grinding [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
I be- ah, one second, sorry. Sorry!
I've got to take this, one second
Yo. Yo, oh yeah, I'm in the studio man, I can't talk right now
Brother, listen, I'mma get in my car very quickly
I don't have my headset. Alright... one second, one second

[Verse 1]
See man driving a German whip
See boy dem, I don't turn and dip
I see their face get firm and stiff
Looking at me like I'm burning spliffs
I'm earning chips, so legit
If anything, I drive slow and shit
So slow, they think he's got to be need, nah
I just never spent what I spent on this car
Not to be seen, people never thought that I could make a poem a song
But I've been figuring it out as I'm going along
And I'm young, most of my man dem are older
She said she could tell
Cause I don't carry myself like I'm younger
I was like "age ain't nothing but a number, trust"
My rage ain't nothing but my hunger
That's why I said sorry, I went ghost this year
I had to make sure the coast was clear
Writing plans while the lads argue about things
I'm not even supposed to hear
Then they start to argue about me
Say "the world ain't ready for my little brother G"
"G's up there with the stars and the moon
Why they only giving him 8 bars on a tune?"
And all of my people said it the same
If I did 16, I would've deaded the game
So last night, I ran it past God
And God said "no, that was never the aim"
To grind or die takes leadership
I ain't out here on no ego tip
This music ting is a mood to me
We don't slip or ego trip

[Hook]
Fam, I've been on the grind like all day, all night
More time, I don't wanna sleep
I've been on the, I've been on the grind like all day, all night
More time, I don't wanna sleep
I've been on the, I've been on the grind like all day, all night
More time, I don't wanna sleep
Pass through, kiss mummy on the cheek
Tell her I'll be back in a week

[Verse 2]
I remind myself at the start of the morning
It's all business so my heart isn't warming
I'm gonna go hard with the touring
Cause apart from performing, being an artist is boring
You came in with a heart for this war ting
Dem lot wanna go hard with the talking
About what though? Marking your ting
If I ever see you [?] progress, yo
My temper might start to get shorter
Cause I play my part, it's important
But understand, darg, it's a war ting
You better let my people go
I'm tryna get my legal dough
If you come for the [?], we all know
I'm the one with that lethal blow, so
Learn how to market your tune
But fuck fame, target fortune
Otherwise it's a waiting game
And they put you in the box like David Blaine
These times I've been on the grind, fam
I've got my plan, I'm not a sideman
[?]
I'm tryna be like T on the strip, like

[Hook]

[Bridge]
[?]
I ain't got the time to smoke this, hold this, go G
Roll by in a blacked out TT, see what I mean?

[Hook]