Ounce Prize - First Story First: The Prayer [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I was born an original so guys I won't die a copy
For sure I am individual and that truth told by my homie
Gold bottles, gold teeth and damn original sneakers
These bitches looking so envious so that's why we call 'em bitches

Jeopardizing personality by paying attention to public opinion y'all unconsciously forget about your natural meaning
Stop talking shit. Be yourself. Stand for what you believe. Or else some other mothafucker your 'xpensive Jordans receive

Now look at me and at yourself and figure out what's better — working all nights for u I'm sure it's no matter
But nevertheless, I am still grinding, keep head up and order Jordans from footlocker I'm sipping from red cups

I've never lived in the States but I'll do it I promise
I ain't struggled for the equal attitude to my homies
Cause this shit wasn't need we didn't feel damn homeless
Even though being outside none was striving to glories

No one strived to prosper no one strived to be richer
I remember happy times and only those had this feature
Years later met my Mentor he ain't teacher
Make creature
And if ya bitch stay a bitch
Shout to Cat I'm glad met chu

[Chorus]
I've never been a real thug but I feel the belonging
Cause already ma'fakas know how I am balling
Balling Chilling and Popping
Chilling Sipping and Grinding
Niggas cruising in Raris
U ain't chill. I stay chill when you all be in hurry

I've never been a real thug but I feel it is calling
Cause a mediocre life ain't for me it is boring
See LA in the morning
And 'bout haters ain't worried
Niggas cruising in Fords, huh
WARNING ALL YOU MA'FAKAS
I've started making my story