GuTii - What I Be [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hey yo every time I’m not I’m wishing I’m high
My papa told me life was just a bitch then you die
I ain’t fucking with why, and I’d be wrong to reply
How do I argue with him when he’s been here longer than I?
So the stronger the lye then the calmer the guy
I know a farmer growing bomba that Osama would buy
So my armour is a bong when my mama would cry
If she really knew how long her son was gone in the sky
And when I come down back onto the dumb ground
I can feel my lungs frown so I’m burning one down
You must think I’m some clown who be feeling numb now
Better bite your tongue down, there won’t be no gun sound
Just another rum round and your body unfound
Look at what you done now, now this shit has come down to me
Me and what I be, being what you see
Seeing what you read, agreeing on the fee
Smoking to the face has me floating up in space
And it’s laced cause with a telescope I can’t be traced
A disgrace and now he’s selling dope, he’s just a case
Of a waste, shit but I’m giving you a taste
You might think that he’s a menace cause his merchants are from Venice
And they’re doing more serving than a fucking game of tennis
Nobody will defend us so I’m hopping over fences
Cause their working for the law, everyone is an apprentice
I’m paranoid as shit but I can’t avoid a hit
It’s my unconscious mind I study quite a bit
Can’t explain what my id just did
I just hit the kid, I’ll be damned if I’mma live that bid
Let this be a fucking lesson, you’re messing with aggression
I’m confessing it’s a blessing, I impress them with expression
Prepubescent adolescent seemed to know I had a presence
And they’ll be no acquiescence take it back now to the essence

Yo this isn’t how it always was but it is how it turned out
GuTii the quiet mellow one is now a burn out
Such a drag, now he always has to puff a bag
As I try to duck a fed I be screaming fuck a fag
Try to tell me how to dress, wanna sell me to the rest
Might as well be puffing cess so the L be in my chest
Don’t sell me nothing less than an LB(pound) from the west
Cause it helped me to progress, some felt he might be next
And the spot’s shut down like a deli with a pest
Production put on hold, you can tell he is depressed
I’m done with all this shit like my belly can’t digest
Fuck life, the cards that she dealt me weren't the best
This hand sucks, I’ve had enough, I don’t see shit
There’s no trust so I bluff like a steep cliff
These stupid fucks want my mans cuffed in precincts
Now everything I puff has me falling asleep quick
My boys and I discuss the game whenever we be burning
It’s kind of fucked up, everything we see concerning
We claim to know it all but fuck it, me be learning
They know I feel myself like I'm fucking Peewee Herman!