Just J - Zaywop Flow [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro:Just]
Gave people the slip, and I ain't even have to sign
Started tripping over nothing, this is such a waste of time
Your shit don't compare to mine, even when you go combine
All your "for the homie" rhymes, as your listeners decline
A little bit of logic is what I hope you could find
Maybe you'll begin to notice you cannot mimic my mind
These women I talk to are a ticket away from fine
Maybe this ones way more than a dime...

[Verse:Just]
...to a scholar with a dollar and dream
Team, coming up with nothing but these bullet proof regimes
See, I cook up this crack and Yovan pass it to the fiends
We, rollin' what you smoke to but don't really fuck with weed
God damn, schemes seem to be some stupidity
When you're hoping for the best to every nigga that you see
Gotta put in all this work so I can provide for a seed
That doesn't have to grow up in the exact same place as me
What it be? (What it be)
Hey, and as you bop your head to this
Just know I ain't spitting to cop a fucking necklace
I hate the ignorance, driven by all of this, prejudice
I set precedents, for me to keep this shit a buck forever
Doe was never, since we never had dough
But we always wanted bread, we had, we want more
Type of shit will make your head, implode
Before you go, and buy some gold
Make sure that you have more to bite than you did the night before
Or, you can ignore your faults and go explore
Like me, I talk to Nor
Even though I pledged before, not to do that shit again
I should've listened to my friends
Wait, I did listen to them, but I just didn't comprehend

[Bridge:Just]
Alright, alright
Alright, alright
And it goes-to me at least
It should go like this
Ugh, ugh, okay, look
And it gets tougher than that
And it gets tougher to watch
I say, do what you do, but just watch out for the cops
Whether it's driving back home, or you are driven to sell
Those demons in Victorias are raising all of this hell
And it gets tougher than that
And it gets tougher to watch
I say, do what you do, but just watch out for the cops
Whether it's driving back home, or you are driven to sell
Those demons in Victorias are raising all of this hell

[Outro:Just]
Gave people the slip, and I ain't even have to sign
Started tripping over nothing, this is such a waste of time
Your shit don't compare to mine, even when you go combine
All your "for the homie" rhymes, as your listeners decline
A little bit of logic is what I hope you could find
Maybe you'll begin to notice you cannot mimic my mind
These women I talk to are a ticket away from fine
Maybe this ones way more than a dime
To a scholar with a dollar and a dream