J.O The Corrupted - What Describe's Us [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

It's a Small Circle sound my Nigga! hahahaha

[Hook]
Self made ain't a word that describe's 'em
Being real ain't a word that describe's 'em
Staying true ain't some that describe's 'em, so
All my niggas say some that describe's us
Work, strive, hustle, hard
Make, money, never, starve
Me, myself and I ain't my way to to think, so if I do it
Then I'll do it with my team

[Verse 1]
If you see me with my eyes blinking, pierce both of them with a
Bullet of the gun, what the fuck was I thinking
Can't keep my eyes of the price, they say it's often nice
To be the illest shit that ever came across the mic
Some unfamiliar because I started lately
It feels fresh to live this life, minus a new born baby
R.I.P. Guru, R.I.P. 2Pac
They said keep them white folks off your business like Chacka Zulu
But it's the hustle man, I'm tired of struggle man
You can tell that I've been through hell, so I'm waiting for them blessings man
I know that god is watching, so shit is worth
A nine to five for my mom is like my fucking curse
So with this gift I gotta change her life
Relocate her soul and body to somewhere that's nice
Bringing up my self esteem
Surfing on cloud, no weed
Never sold crack, never got popped
But I did what I had just to get some cream

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Just came across pain, see why you crying for
I'm really really up with this shit so if I sleep, I'm gone
Cause his cousin ain't too far, it's too hard to be sweet
It's suicidal, like them two doors
Lamborghini on my mind, I'm rising spiritually
And I let my enemy see, that everything is just peace
So I'm above your speculations, no exaggeration
When I say I'll be the shit for next generations
Only twenty but I feel like I'm forty
Lord have mercy on my soul, this fucking life is too cold
And I feel so old, just prior to my conscience
We got a brain, but why we still so nonsense
I offer more, I offer way more
Some that you never really had before
It's the truth, I carry roses to the cemetery
R.I.P. self made niggas, Rozay's vocabulary

[Hook]

[Outro]
Lord have mercy on my soul for being so explicit
Lord have mercy on my soul for being so exquisite
But this is what describe's us
So I gotta represent myself true till the day I rest