Joko Tha' Rapper - Find A Way [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Tech$ Finesse]
It's Tech$ Finesse
I'm the best
They call me Tech$ Finesse I'm killin the game
Yeah these niggas gon know my name
Fuck these bitches and Fuck the fame
All my niggas going in for the game
Uh I'm in need of bed rest, but I'm feeling this rapping conquest
Now i ain't the best but Im gonna try my best, and Ima' young kid with no hair on my chest, and i got a long way to go, to perfect this flow, so good when you hear it you crack a bottle, in celebration of it, and if u wanna we can collaborate, i make sure that When i spit i concentrate, and i got swag, from my socks up, to the tats on my back, but if you wanna make it anywhere you have to climb up rocks to reach the top
Living life like my last, never live in the past, always stay moving I can never look back, but i know the shit that i do will always bite me on my ass
But who say reality is easy to escape from?
This bullshit i wanna escape from, I'm tired living these ways, selling bricks and hitting licks,like who we gotta take from? Its not fun when you roll the dice, fucked around and done played your life, now them boys wanna take something,close chapter, end your life

[Verse 2: Tech$ Finesse]
Yo the smashed mind On the casual landslide Missed a few land mines But know mine Is coming in time That’s why I'm familiar with dimes Mr. Grime Never knew a papa That’s why feel goods my doctor Xanies Addies I'm a addict Real prick Want a real chick Real thick Imma shift feeble thoughts Get caught like a blood clot You say your it I say I know it Better start scribbling if you gonna catch me. Born 3 after 93’ Thoughts from a balcony Better then a cliff's edge
If money could buy dreams best believe I'm on the scene I've seen, many niggas go up on the wrong hill taking acid for the long thrilling feeling I'm chillin though leave that bullshit to them villians Haters tryna' knock me out the game but I'm still in
Spillin, all my feelings on these instrumentals
Killin, all these old beats got me feeling sentimental
I vent to, anybody that's spitting that real shit that never will quit
That'll pull on that steel quickkill when, haters try to stop they shine
I spit the shit that'll paralyze your goddamn spineI align these rhymes and then assign em
Then ask you to define em, combine them correspond em
Now you wandering, wondering how I do it
Reading every line, tryna steal my fluid
That's foolish so I banish these bandits and transmit my rhymes and spit knowledge so I can decrease the rate of crime and time is not a factor, rapper slash actor if Ion' make neither then I guess it's back to smoking weed everyday, being stray and pray until I find a way, some day
I'll make it
I just gotta embrace it try not to get wasted on these lonely nights
I try to fight the feeling but it's only right hoping this music career would just ignite so I can live wealthy, it's quite a beautiful sight
I swear every Grammy looking all mine, but the artists that get em are telling all lies, but when a real type of artist push his heart to the hardest they act like its garbage and stare bug eyed
I put my blood onto the beat no Piru
And when I do I leave a hater tongue tied
I be stacking my ammo but I’m not rapping in camo
I’ll load my lyrical gun then grab it at the handle
And I’ll shoot the magazine till the gun dry
It is T-Twitch but to you it’s the shit
I’ll always come before you niggas like a pre-fix
Sky High over you kinda like an eclipse
I’m a school you this year with despair
Only time you get a break is when I choose to dismiss (demise)
Snapping on beats like Kevin Wares knee did
It's my year and you can deny fear and I still will kill
No bitch I’m not 50 cent, but I do see a couple of dimes
Come to think of it that’s a favorite number of mine
This is 20 straight bars count the number of lines