Raz Law - Out Here [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
I'm on a mission and I can't be stopped
I'm on a mission and I can't be stopped
Feeling like that Chi nigga who was throwing up the Roc
Said that he was gone get it 'fore he ever got hot

[Hook]
I'm just out here doing the work to get bigger
I'm out here doing the work to get ahead
I'm Just out here doing the work to get bigger
I'm out here doing the work to get ahead

[Verse 1: Raz]
Man I'm def as the third key on an old phone
Them niggas on that ra-ra get the dial-tone
I'm always showing out boy even when I stay at home
To make it clear I'm busy I put you niggas on hold
That's enough with the phone lines back to the flow I'm
Gone, you just missed me leave a message when the tone chime
Grindings all I know like a middle school student
So if you think you over me you foolish
What you smoking on that dog food, homie that's my only conclusion
My advice to you is don't do it
Cus I done seen drugs do the worst at its finest
Seen the glass dick come and fuck a family's finance
And they ain't sure I got it, unless I come and spit it in Ebonics
Couples years in really I'm just being honest
Gifted but I'm modest, I'm just working on my timing
I put it in my songs to remind you
Nigga...

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Okay
Problem is most of these niggas don't give a shit
Let them boys tell it man, ain't nobody getting it
Shrugging off the bull, s-s-stuttering the illest shit
Lyrically I'm O-Dog and you can get your shit split
I ain't playing games when I say we on Newgrounds
Suburban nigga bu them city bitches love the crew sound
Got them niggas feeling like
"What we gone do now?" "I don't know man, guess we gotta try a new sound!"
Handle what you dealing, still spitting what I'm feeling I dont do it for the millis
Don't get it fucked up cus the bread would be filling
I'm a monster I don't need permission to kill it
Man, these these niggas doing anything to get the buzz
Remember when that music shit was all for the love
You can color me bad man I'm all the way awesome
Hold up Mr. Lawson I think you just lost 'em
Baby I'm a product of my muses
Maybe they the reason for my music
But I ain't seen her in a while, trynna keep it friendly
I hope she don't do shit to offend me
Cus then I might snap, and fuck around and hit her
And then I'm just a nigga
And I'm just trynna do the shit people ain't expecting of me
It's cliche but I'm chasing what I'm destined to be