Lance Markeith - 30 Hours (Episode 4) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I say whip it
Whip it like a slave do
With all these credit hours, my nigga
Look what I made you
Oh you complainin' talking bout
What I ain’t gave you?
Lets kick his ass out and see who he gone complain too
30 Hours 30 Credit Hours
You failed fifteen Lance
You want back 30 hours?
I thought that you were not my slave
I thought that you were getting paid
From the concerts Fuck Shit Up
You had it made
Comparing FAMU to FSU
You set the stage
For all the hatred stuck in your way
Wildin like a monkey
You shouldve stayed in yo cage
Words from Cameron Jackson
Feel like Kanye to Bush
Switch to Humanities, my family
Tell me how the shit looks
But it's hard to say
You saw the devil by the man in his looks
I stopped posing for the cameras
And got it off the books
This what happens when a nerd
From the streets of Tampa Bay
Gotta hold of the world and got it crazy
Fuck yo institution
Man look how they try to play me
Treating me like J. Cole
I'm more like Jay Z
Ushered in a new flavor
Without a reasonable doubt
We raised them babblon towers
Falling asleep on the couch
My aquifer aquafina
While we deep in a drought
It ain’t dollars or clientele
Then what we speaking about
They ain't wanna nigga like me on the road
See i was out wildin cutting classes
Getting shows
And this was such a battle
Cause this rappin is my soul
And this acting
Was just how a nigga got it out the hole
They gave me scholarships
Thats how i got all them holds
Off my account
I'm an entertainer putting golds in my mouth
I'm hood i rock a Polo let my slim fitted sag
Trap nigga in class with them eighths in my bag
These elitest wouldn't want they daughter
With a nigga like me
Nobody's as socially awkward who can fit in like me
Trap nigga from student loans nobody did it like me
In Tallahassee nobody was for the city like me
It go 813 all day, Florida Boys got it next got these streets crazy
But not until they pay me
I was tryna give niggas roles they never had
Cameron wasn't with it nah the school ain't front me the bag
Said, Fuck it talk to all of the niggas the school had
Said we was gone get right
And we gone make em front us half the school’s worth
Just make sure that school work
And anybody try to play make sure that tool work
I’m tryna keep my sanity amidst humanity
But scary ass niggas like Cameron be
Too stuck in a bank book
Can't stand the heat of students
Who alert and in love with they art
Man love wasn’t even a second thought on his mind
So he couldn't comprehend my steady hustle my grind
I'm saying you couldn't front a nigga like me 30 Hours
To finish my degree, fuck it they just wanted to finish me
All I need, is all my health paid all my debts
Even the rent I was backed up on
I gotta second job after workin the wingstop
Flippin and serving the pack
And then became the wingstop
Cannot understand the supremity of my mathematics
These bag addicts is at my front door like have at it
But not until they pay me