Latrell James - Distance ( Real Version) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1
Am I wrong to tell my lil brother follow his dreams
How he gon' feel when his friends get that college degree
Prolly like me, got a semester to go
And I don't plan on going back it don't connect with my goals
Most doubted out my class, I'm the victorious one
Difference is they crossing stages I'm performing on them
They ain't think, sitting in classrooms was torturing him
Music was the only thing that was important to him
Arguing with my girl, she want a kid and a house
But I don't fit in that equation, she ain't figure it out
My occupation isn't applications, filling em out
Sometimes making your own path can be the simplest route
Went from jump shots to 16's at 15
Hopefully to Maybach from 10 speed
You can't have a small head with big dreams
You reap what you sow and this shit seems
I heard "no" when I needed favors
When I just needed a ear they thought I was hinting at paper
If you bullshit now, you gone bullshit later
That bullshit suits you well Craig sager
I'm in it for the long run I'm going for the distance
Asthmatic but excuses ain't a word in my diction
This is the failures and the honorable mentions
Man I couldn't keep my ass out of detention
Lord give me a listen

Chorus
I had good friends change up
And ex girls hang up
That's why I went out on my own
Had to tighten my belt
I'm doing this for myself
Don't you ever interfere with my zone I need time to
Get Away 3X, Cuz you're no good for me
Get Away 3X, Cuz you're just holding me back



Verse 2
Am I wrong telling my own family fuck off
They lucky that they ass ain't getting cut off
Just cuz you know a nigga don't mean you give a plate to em
We might got have the same blood but still I can't relate to em
I got, family members I ain't seen in some years
Saying they can't wait til I blow with my rapping career
I ain't giving you a job and you ain't holding a gun
You wasn't there when I crawled so disappear I when run
My mommas 4th child, i'm the second born son
Writing this book and I'll surely to tell the story when it done
I'm like the most punctual nigga, yet they still be asking questions
When Karma come around see me cooling in that Lexus
Seen some killer slash thug niggas cry getting sentenced
Doing life, leave they baby momma pregnant
I never made mistakes, mark them all as a lesson
Can't complain shit cuz currently I'm progressing
Got my parents and my health that's mother fucking blessing
Told them wait til I get money with my Home alone expression
I'm on the brink of genius and maniac depression
Be working slave hours and end up with sloppy seconds
Time waits for none. You Better go an get yours
Keep distractions to a minimum they'll throw you off course
On that note, til I'm performing in a foreign town
Kentucky derby it's the wrong time to horse around

Chorus
I had good friends change up
And ex girls hang up
That's why I went out on my own
Had to tighten my belt
I'm doing this for myself
Don't you ever interfere with my zone I need time to
Get Away 3X, Cuz you're no good for me
Get Away 3X, Cuz you're just holding me back