Rawlin$ - Wavy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Rawlin$]
Man the motherfucking booth's a mess, rudimentary how I do these steps
The dude be thinking dudes was deaf cause he could hear the music best
I'm gonna have my whole class arguing 'bout who knew him best
But man I leave no room for the stress cause there's barely room for suggestions
I spit with ruthless aggression, life is usually hectic
But in any situation know I'm coming correct
Man, you messing with the squad will be your only regret
We just full of potential, with a flow that's infectious
Take a puff of the potent and get flown to the nexus
I had to phone your promoter and tell 'em give it a rest
Only wrote to impress and that's when it started unravelling
Typically if we're with David foreign borders get travelled
Now we packing all our rations up dashing Mac back to Canada
Smoking pot rambling hoping to make some anthems up
Preparing for the day we finally make it and the cameras come
Gotta do it by the time the homie Chino home; the ante's up


[Verse 2: Rawlins$]
And now I'm done with the bullshit, screaming fuck all the haters
Cause I know that when we hit you'll all be scheming for paper
I'm chasing safety and greatness, want a crib where the lake is
I'm only locally famous but hope to travel the states
Right now I'm musically focused, with a passion for payment
At any moment I'll be down to drop a stack for the plane
Laying hits that leave these brave players out for the game
If you don't catch me at home then I'm probably out for the game
Crowd loud as the flame is found on the crowd that I came with
They like "Your sound is amazing" but we just tell 'em it's cake
Jay like, "really it's nothing" and it's not up for debate
It's obvious that we're hungry there's never food on our plate
Never too much to take on just like we sweeping the Lakers
I'm making moves to the top and then take it straight to the lane
And if I'm brutally honest I'm out to ruin your name
But if you grew up where I came from you'd be doing the same

[Verse 3: Jay Knapp]
I got a bragging-right addiction, and I've been getting faded
Off the crack that I've been spitting on these tracks with Bryce and since then
Like a satellite I'm lifted, and they just back away
I tell 'em that's the right decision because Knapp might have to get 'em
I been hungry...and I finally found me some good beats
You all see what I once was but me I see what I could be
Where I'm snapping like it's some poetry, and they clapping like it's a good speech
Me and B don't fight much but I push him and he push me
...that's just what we have to do
I don't need to lie about it that's just what these rappers do
They the ones to talk about it we the ones it happens to
A couple chapters into this adventure that I'm adding to
Not once did my story change, y'all remember the stormy days?
The hurricanes and the hailstorms when I stood soaked in the pouring rain?
How many plans did we formulate? How many nights recording late?
How many times did we kill tracks and were still snapping when the morning came?
I can't afford to wait, I got more to make, the next cover is the door in paint
I'm reflecting back on the glory days...on the glory daze
When I made more and I saved more
And I ate more and I weighed more
When I talked less and I prayed more
But I still got what I prayed for: one chance