Jonny Mattimore - TRILL [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 - Icie]

In the hood they sellin' Katy Perry in the trap
Well thanks be to God he helped me dodge all that
I'm just sittin' thinkin' how I could have been a victim
How them Z's can leave you dead and spin a steady spillin'
I was offered weed, that could have been my entrance
Joint enterprise, David had to ride the sentence
Surrounded by a madness on the curb observing
But my destiny was always round the corner lurkin'
Picked up the mic, got it crackin', put my faith in Christ
In time I learned how to execute, every line
No tats, still wear my heart on my sleeve
In time I had to find out who I'm supposed to be
On the cusp of greatness, had to up my prayers
Had to make some changes, too many chasin' status
Man I've always kept it real from the very start
Always spoken from my heart, and I won't depart

[Hook (x2) - Jonny Mattimore]
I pump music from the heart
I don't pretend to be something I'm not
And I tell the story exactly how it are
'Cos I done kept it Trill from the start

[Verse 2 - Jonny Mattimore]
I'm not strapped with cash, not fully loaded
I'm only fully loaded with bars, yeah you should know this
I'd tell you if I was right, then again, would I?
Either way the stuff I, spit is truth I don't lie
'Cos I just speak my mind and what's on it
Thats the subject matter, anything else is just off topic
On an express journey this is a non-stopper
'Bout to loop the flow around your neck like a dog's collar
I see people who work hard for healthy paper
But I'm tryna make more, got a business mind, a wealth creator
Close your mouth, don't mention it's idolatry
You don't know my thoughts and money is not God to me
Yeah, I just do me and what I'm called to
Lookin' up now, one day I'll be lookin down from that tall view
Servin' my time in hell's kitchen like one of Gordon's cooks
But soon I'll have a big plate, waitress bringin' more food

[Hook (x2)]

[Verse 3 - Heatflow]
Ah, me? I want to be more - lookin' out my window I, see
The TA, Sons of Anarchy Tommy Flanagan, Blame the 80s (Oh Lord!)
Many men claim to be deadly
But I'm eyein' my destiny
'Cos these roads are real cold, he, helped me escape those
Brave, he might be but it's like, cycling down the highland road with frostbite on your testes
We hear Jay-Z is chilling in the four seasons, so we're working all the four seasons still
Accustomed to change like Buskers
(Why?) MTV, is tellin me?
Chips, whips and chicks, is what I should seek?
Not a southern Native like Krept and Kon', Mswati, or B.B
But I been Trill (But I been Trill like Pimp C.)
I bear all like a Nudist, When I draw for the pen like anatsui
Write to incite a riot to make a million men march with me like Garvey
With faith that Hebrews, and Og's feet
MJ number 2 is not a feat

[Hook (x2)]