Hustla Boss - 5am in Toronto (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Fuck hopes and dreams am already doing it
Hatters have been working crazy just ruining it
My throne is so heavy they broke bones moving it
If this a hard pill to swallow I suggest you start chewing it

I paint with words and I speak to the deaf
So on my level I swear I’m on it till the death

Killing them rappers like am spiting venom
My head on my shoulders but am still not watching for them

Am getting bloody like a mothafucking dog fight
Fly nigga never getting tired of long flights

Life is a game but we’re just playing with y’all
Pushing buttons on the controller just fucking with y’all

I swear, me and my niggas are too busy celebrating
Bitches trynna bring us down, but we’re elevating

I’m something like a freak I ain’t kidding with y’all
I climbed to that top and I ain’t ready to fall

Loyal to the streets like am a homeless man
Screaming to life like I am a crazy fan
This shit is hard but I make it look easy
Fuck the hood I Keep it real for the whole city

5 am in this bitch, still got them glasses on
Lyrically am insane y’all niggas sound like you out of tone
We be shooting bullets they just playing with stones
We be breaking records or breaking Bones

I ain’t lying I spit the truth and embrace reality
Music is my drug and am loving every casualty

Been doing this longer than anybody else in this area
Claiming that you been doing it, nobody's ever heard of ya

Won’t let them take my life cuz that shit is mine
Like that star in the sky we just rise and shine
So ashamed to compete with rappers with a Brocken spine
Got more shit to do than just wine and dine

Now everything's for the taking
Open your eyes and watch greatness in the making
I got my foot on the finish line and I ain't even racing
Am smiling to the crowd and all them hatters am facing

Stop hatting am just trynna get my buzz right
5 am in this bitch we be rapping all night
My shit is so bright I swear they call me broad light
I know a nigga who’d pay to see me shed blood under spotlight

I'm less concerned about life or where the fuck am at
Between work and money, my music what brings me back

I swear, everybody want a piece of this, piece of that
It’s like give me this, give me that

I find funny I swear I find funny
That microphone's the only thing that hasn't left me
Middle finger to every nigga who ever lied to me
Middle finger to every nigga who ever laughed at me

They tell me that I should act my age
Cut the lights, put down the mic, never get back on stage
Give it up, and get prepared to work that 9 to 5
But am a rapper spitting is the only reason am alive

I'm shooting for the moon and reaching farther
And if they stand in my way ama call it “mass murder”