Propr lee - All On Me [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[INTRO: Propr Lee ]
Yea
Yea
And its all on me yea yea
On me yea yea
And its all on me
And its all on me
And it s all on
Me

[VERSE 1: Propr Lee]
Whip it working like a fucking slave
I don finish school now I'm getting paid
I don finished school I don graduated
Jumped inside of music now I'm saturated
Shit
Nigga like me had to make it
Sleeping on the kid like you hibernating
The man had that whole plan orchestrated
Just knew where I was going like my navigation
And I swear that it was all me
Rocked Baltimore now its palm beach
Hustle to my knuckle like I'm suppose to
Master of the craft with the Pro Tools
And I swear I push the meter
Hit it full throttle until you see him in a coliseum
Probably think it all came quick
But if you know Propr its the same shit

[HOOK: Tocarra & (Propr Lee) ]
Oh yea yea yea (yea)
Oh yea yea yea
And its all on me (on me)
And its all on me (on me)
Oh yea yea yea (ah yea)
Oh yea yea yea
And its all on me (on me)
On me (on me) on me (on me) one me
And its all on


[VERSE 2: Propr Lee]
Fuck'em I don't even want to talk
Boy I study game got the board and chalk
Listening to your raps my niggas nod off
And I be fucking banging like a sawed off
Struggle though saw it all
Smoking easy the pain like a Tylenol
Came from the city where I grew up
If you say you gonna do it
Than you do it right or not at all
And I swear I miss my brother
He been missing because he fell in love whith liquor
And he can't recover
I don't need your comfort I just need to make it
Need to meet a queen like Anita Baker
Need to build a house in the south Jamaica
My mama want acres I'm going make payment
Shout to my brethren as-salamu alaikum
Balling like the Lakers and this shits a lay up

[HOOK: Tocarra & (Propr Lee) ]
Oh yea yea yea (yea)
Oh yea yea yea
And its all on me (on me)
And its all on me (on me)
Oh yea yea yea (ah yea)
Oh yea yea yea
And its all on me (on me)
On me (on me) on me (on me) one me
And its all on
Me

[VERSE 3: Propr Lee]
But uh guess that's what i ask for
More cash and some stamps on my passport
Came a long way from rapping on that back porch
Real as fuck turn my heart into a glass door
Ambition in my arteries
Got to get it cus I don't trust the lottery
My philosophy stack it like monopoly
You can ask my father
I don work my way from poverty
So I be tryna get it ain't no busta shit
Troll locking up niggas for the fuck of it
Keep my thoughts sharp I can cut a nerve
And I don't keep a lot of friends I ain't Zuckerberg
Sucker ass niggas always tryna leach
Cut them off like coach they ain't make the team
I can make it real outta make believe
I can guarantee what they can't achieve

[HOOK: Tocarra & (Propr Lee) ]
Oh yea yea yea (yea)
Oh yea yea yea
And its all on me (on me)
And its all on me (on me)
Oh yea yea yea (ah yea)
Oh yea yea yea
And its all on me (on me)
On me (on me) on me (on me) one me
And its all on

[Outro: Propr Lee]
And its all on
And its all on me, on me
On me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me
Oh yea yea yea, ah yea
Oh yea yea yea, and its all on me
And its all on me
And its all on, and its all on, and its all on me
And its all on me