Khrys. - N.Q.Y.D.J. (Woop!) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Okay, I been at this shit since I was a little kid spittin’ in the lunch lines
Used to think of 16’s at a table ‘fore I hit teens, nigga that’s some lunch lines
I was made for the music, and I try really hard not to lose it
But it’s hard when people be holdin' me back, asking me "show and prove"
With most people my age, you see them working 9 to 5’s
But I work that 12 to 12 until my time for sleep arrives
Got co-signs for what I say, they seen me work with Clifford eyes
But all I hear is bull I can’t understand, so I reply *gasp*
(わからない) And if all that shit was not enough
People questioning my movements steppin’ up to call fake bluffs
Twitter fingers must get sore from tweeting shit they think is deep
They just tell me water's wet, but all that shit they just should keep, I’m sayin’…

[Pre-Hook]
Rappers preach about the fact they gettin’ all the bucks
Talkin’ all about that fame, all about the lux
I can understand the fakin’ it until you make it
But if you try to fake it so long, you’re gonna have to go ahead and say you’re shit outta luck
So…

[Hook x2]
(Woop! Woop! Woop! Woop!)
Never quit your day job, homie
(Woop! Woop! Woop!)
Never had to get one ‘cuz I stayed hot, homie
(Woop! Woop!)
You can give it all you got ‘til you got it on lock, but
Until then, crony, one more…
(WOOP!)
Never quit your day job, homie

[Verse 2]
Man, I done been through a lot tryna get to where the hell I am today
Might not have been no G shit, but it’s all troubles when you slice it either way
I been serious about hip-hop but all my closest people ever did was clown me
Ain’t nobody got my back back then; I had no friends even when they were around me
Where the hell was they when I was gettin’ fuckin’ dragged to pieces whenever I came out of the closet?
Where the hell was they when I landed in rock bottom I had a mind and practically lost it?
Where the hell was they when I attended grade school, taking all the racism from the system?
Where the hell was they when the angel of death was knockin’ on my door and I had fortunately missed him?
But ain’t nothing left for me to prove; I arose out of all that mess
With a smile on my face now I walk even taller; thank the Lord that I got this blessed
The last damn thing I really need is another rapper sayin’ that I can’t even do it
And as long as you’re being honest with me, I guess I can go ahead and tell you that…

[Pre-Hook]
Rappers preach about the fact they gettin’ all the bucks
Talkin’ all about that fame, all about the lux
I can understand the fakin’ it until you make it
But if you try to fake it so long, you’re gonna have to go ahead and say you’re shit outta luck
So…

[Hook x2]
(Woop! Woop! Woop! Woop!)
Never quit your day job, homie
(Woop! Woop! Woop!)
Never had to get one ‘cuz I stayed hot, homie
(Woop! Woop!)
You can give it all you got ‘til you got it on lock, but
Until then, crony, one more…
(WOOP!)
Never quit your day job, homie

[Bridge]
While you were sleepin', I been up
Recording all these things and stuff
So claim that you the best
I throw my CD out to call your bluff
I just keep it honest, y'all
I ain't tryna start at all
But if you want some beef
Just name the game: Tekken, Melee, or Brawl
(While you were sleepin', I been up
Recording all these things and stuff
So claim that you the best
I throw my CD out to call your bluff)
Tell me that I'm not that raw
Or tell me that I'm bound to fall
And you spit too, I have three words
To say to you: fuck you all
You know what?

[Pre-Hook]
Rappers preach about the fact they gettin’ all the bucks
Talkin’ all about that fame, all about the lux
I can understand the fakin’ it until you make it
But if you try to fake it so long, you’re gonna have to go ahead and say you’re shit outta luck
So…

[Hook x2]
(Woop! Woop! Woop! Woop!)
Never quit your day job, homie
(Woop! Woop! Woop!)
Never had to get one ‘cuz I stayed hot, homie
(Woop! Woop!)
You can give it all you got ‘til you got it on lock, but
Until then, crony, one more…
(WOOP!)
Never quit your day job, homie