Pule - Told You [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yeah
Thank God for this beat
Thank God I’m gifted
Thank God for the streets that told me how to get it
From A-Town to Tennessee I’ve done a lot of living
Been ducking and dodging prison disrupted from my religion
How long before they hear me Lord
These niggas need to read my storyboard
It’s been a long road
Found music felt like I found gold
Because I know what I do fuck around and blow
An astounding flow
Keep it funky keep it real with me
To my niggas that were riding and is still with me
Man I love y’all
To the rest fuck y’all
I’m talking shit like a butt call
And I’m nothing but raw
And I work hard for this
I put my heart in this
Excuse my tardiness
I’m trying to be in those discussions and arguments
Up in them barbershops
Bout who spit the hardest shit
Just mention Pule
I Told you so
At least I told tho, Hate to say I told you so
At least I told you hoe, told you hoe, yeah
Bitch you ain't believe me, work hard just to make it look easy
I Hate to say I told you so, at least I told you, Told you
(Patrick the Third)
Yeah, bitch. Fuck it I told you
So what I’m not the same, cause the new you’s like the old you
Froze, is it that hard to accept? While I was dreaming you just slept
I made it happen and I left
Cold, yeah now all I do is party, and I’m such a fucking artist
Thought I wouldn’t go the farthest. I got everybody watching now you want to be a part
And it just sucks you had your shot cuz you were right there when it started, Oh
Tables turn, bridges burn, truth sucks, lesson learned
Tough luck, damn it hurt, I did the best now you feel the worst huh
Get them all out cause I been called every name
Man the only thing different now is everything
So, is it fame? Or the Change?
Who knew feeling this good would cause another nigga pain
Who knew if you just stayed bitch you wouldn’t be insane
I don’t hate it. I love to fucking say it

3rd Verse
Poverty good reddens, bout to be good living
Girls that ain't want to see me, see a little different
Looking at me sideways, but fuck all of that stressing
I just took all my confessions and made them my profession, yeah
Don’t miss this bus hoe, front door I’m coming in
Pule ain't killing shit? What bitch, come again
Now its getting real, that’s how I feel
Limitless nigga without no pill, killing this shit ain't got no deal
Killing this shit don’t need no deal, keep your check
Jumped in this bitch, feet so wet
Jumped in your chick, she’s so wet, did my thang, got my respect
I told my ex, she would regret. I told these that niggas I got next
Fuck y’all expect?
Uh fuck y’all expect? I’m good, and I told yall that
Making all this money trying to fold all that
And I still ain't jaded, probably cuz I’m faded
Blame it on the fact I waited I can finallay say I made it, and you still gon hate it
This shit is Real cold ain't it?
Told you