Paris Mason - What You Made [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[INTRO]


[VERSE 1 PARIS MASON]
Step inside the mind of a mad man
Screaming in the dark
Life in park
Let him advance
Crumbled up college plans
Thrown em in the trash can
Hanging with the thugs
Selling drugs out the backpack
Out here chasing money & the fame
Got will power for that honey in the way
He don't wanna get stuck
Shit get fucked in a day
She voluptuous Yo
I had to fuck anyway
I been up in a daze
At this hideous city
I stare through window pane
This ain't no video game
Dawg these niggas ain't playing
Shit real out here Square
You get banged on quick
Ain't a fuckin thing to em
See the power of the all mighty bill
Sent a gunshot like a ringtone thru ya hood
Better chill heard of lil niggas killed over Kill
Done got set up by a bitch and she ain't even get a yr
Listen y'all you gotta open your ears
I said they ain't even give her a year
A bitch'll set a nigga up won't even give her a hiring
It's so many niggas dead but not many tears shed
Just sip liquor reminisce on the years they was here
Feel the time coming quick and I'm becoming well aware
Haters coming for my head bet they'd rather see me dead
Most the old close friends done pushed me 2 the edge
It was all bout bread now it's do it for the city shit
Bet when the time come
Y'all run from my affiliates
It's funny you be pushin' shit off hope
But bitch I'm really IT
Killin' shit, mix xanax bars
And get the trippiest
Regardless,the city know who poppin'
Quit the silly shit
I hope you keep a choppa
These drops got me feelin militant
Done took ya bitch & set you in my scope
Lets see who really hit

And fuck the government we'll wild out and be belligerent
We'll be at opposition until they let my 50 Niggas in
I think the problem wit em is they just see a predicament
Don't wanna be corrupt by intelligent thugs
Treating everything like peddling drugs
Gettin' money we don't spend in the club
Still livin it up
Yeah

Straight jacket nasty
Local rappers pitter patter
On a trip I'm stuck laughin at em, people flabbergasted
Been in shit I shouldn't know
I'm blowin Rollie Pollie O's
We kids, stop frontin
Like you all too old to know the joke
Shout my nigga Q
The Dead Poet met the Holy Ghost
Im ghosting on on this rap shit
Niggas is ass backward
Talking what they ain't got get em clocked in the jaws
Fuck it I'll jus kill em all
Soon as I came out the womb mama told me nigga ball
I been stuck on the high niggas runnin' from. The fall
I won't ever fear shit know this happen to us all
But what happened to the real thought it never would dissolve
Now I'm gone
HIGH

[BRIDGE]
Love the feeling not here
Only when I'm back home
For now I'm all alone and the shadows singing sad songs
Lord don't take me now, see I ain't made it that far

[HOOK]
Tell em get away from me
Far away from me
I done blew whole 8th and Im drinking lean

You see how far I done came
Now look me in the face
What you made

Look at what you've made

Look at what you

Look at what you made

Look at what you made

[HOOK]
Get away
Far away from me/
Whole 8th to the face
And I'm drankin lean/
Chasing money & the fame
See how far I done came
Look me in the face
Nigga, this is what you've made

Look at what you made

Nigga look at what you've made
I'm just what you made
Nigga I'm jus what you made

Nigga I'm just what you made
Nigga I'm the Fuckin man
Ima throw it all away