Gerald Walker - Target [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Don't tell me who the hardest, who pockets the largest, who your fucking favorite artist
Who ain't grow up with his father fuck the feelings that you harbor, nigga please don't get me started, cause right about now I'm just doing me
Only get so many seconds in this life, and that's a guessta-ment so I estimate its only right
That I address em with large excessive shit, or I might just simply bless em with this new testament cause when I write
I spit that gospel shit you can believe in, know its nothing new but everything does happen for a reason
Shit is never random for everything that's on this planet, man plan God laughs few people understand it
Shit'll have you feeling stranded like riders in the wake of the Titanic, and watch out for them fake Sychophantics
That's people tryna reach your good side with flattery, I'm dropping jewels I know the devil probably mad at me
And making me a target like fuck Gerald Walker, at a meeting with his demons saying we gotta make him falter
Get his girl to cheat distract him with his father, kill his niece fuck with him attack the health of his mother
If he drop a song recruit every hater around the globe, and I'll appeal to God himself if I can fucking take his soul
Move now I want everything a go! make this biggest campaign since we did the shit to Job
But I ain't the only target something after you regardless, of race your title or bank that you keep ya money at
Religion or the language you speak, aye hold on I just thought about something check it
Whether you're a black teen on the south-side of Chicago, or a lilly white baby out in Newtown Connecticut
The playing field is leveled baby ain't no second guessing it, sometimes I even question it, why am I

[Hook]
Target
Hey, aye
Sometimes I'm feeling like a target
Aye, uh
It's like everyday damn day and every damn night
If I go left and if I go right
Lord, I'm feeling like a target
Hey hey hey hey

[Verse 2]
I'm Milwaukee's most hated, but still nigga, Milwaukee's most celebrated most polarizing
Hell the most overly debated, if I got clipped niggas probably be elated throw confetti to the sky
Scream and shout as they parading, cause I did it when they couldn't even fathom or create it
Going down as probably one the mother fucking greatest, they don't like it you can see it on they faces they hate it and that's exactly whats making me a target
I'm saying like a gangster to a cop, a rebel to the CIA the biggies and the Pacs
A woman with her shit together simply tryna shop, but got these niggas tryna holler cause they see her body knocks
That mean's its banging, she know they spitting game and it is what it is, cause whats understood don't really need explaining
From black men in a nice whip riding the burbs, to white chic's like Lena Dunham on Girls
Man we all tryna get it, but get profiled like Pakistan-American's post 9/11
I swear we all connected nigga 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon, no faking no breakin' till we make it
Seen hoes turn Chippy D over Mickey D's get on knees, man and try to please niggas for the cheese
You can be hood or a graduate from Harvard, swear now and days everybody is a

[Hook]