Ryan Gillings - Young & Self-Made [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hope you know that I’m young and self-made
Although I’m not yet getting paid
I created a Nation that’ll raid
Through every street
Write a verse to any beat
So when you rap don’t cheat
It’s obvious you can’t compete
Step into my path and you’re toast
I’m that dope host with the most
Although I’m going through like a ghost
Cause nobody sees me
And when I’m low I smoke plants that make it easy
Your rhymes are cheesy
You’re mad that I’m fresh, Cause you’re sleazy
Maybe take a bus later, see the city
Sad to say a lot of mainstream Rap is shitty
Some people may think they’re good
But I pity
All the time that they’re wasting
True art is what I’m tasting
Every time I pick up a pad
My brain thinks up thoughts that are rad
Shout out to the Stoop Kidd, Chad
Even though I killed the microphone
I've got more skills then I have shown
And yeah it’s true I’m alone
Even with a whole crew of Neighbors
They’re just friends and co-creators
Of the name, writing music isn't the same
It’s an entirely different game
I try to not worry
Just running back and fourth
All the time in a hurry
I’m so faded that my vision gets blurry
I got my own style with mass appeal
Nothing that you can steal
Only something you can feel
When you start tuning in
Put you into my spin
Make you say Friendly Neighbors
For the win
Comfortable in my own skin
Go ahead and call me a whitey
When you hear me start rapping
You can tell that I’m mighty
Just because I smoke people call me a dictator
So high up I passed the equator
I smoke more than average
Pick up the mic and wreck it like a savage
Never lack motivation, I ravage
Some people seem as interesting as cabbage
Which isn't very
Lately I've only been getting close to Mary
Always hit that loud
So strong it’s kinda scary
But the highs do vary
Got that lit red cherry
On that blunt or king size paper
I hit the bong but not much vapor
They say that money makes a man
But man makes the money
I stay true to that it ain't funny
You’re now in tuned to mr RG Gillings
Been messing around
But you can bet that I’m willing
To put work in
Doesn't seem like many are
But unlike them I wanna be a star
Even if that may be far away
Mix my words around with the beat
It’s child’s play
I feel trapped in suspension
Maybe I’ll never be heard
So I've been expanding
On how I write each word
I keep hearing about bomb threats
That shits absurd
Some relate to thought like man slaughter
Makes me wanna just
Take a nasty ass sip of harsh bong water
Your hating is just cannon fodder
For me to fill up a track
You won’t hear from me for a while
All of a sudden, Ryan’s back
Some do say I look like another Mac
But I doubt it
I’m only myself is what I shouted
In this place we live in cash equals success
Even if we try not to seem money hungry I guess
Mind full of nothing but stress
That’s the weight that I've been lifting
For better or worse
My path has been shifting
So that I can keep giving
You my thoughts and vibes
Make you feel like
You’re a part of my tribe
Wrote over hundreds of verses
To see which one the worst is
Throw those papers in hearses
I’m only ever getting better
You may think you know me
But I’m not chasing cheddar
Continue going whether
Or not, I get to the top spot
At this point I don’t even care if I got pot
I’m so high I’m feeling light
You’re just heavy and out of sight
Got a girl with a pussy so tight
Got a style that’s so controversial
I kept these rhymes, internal
Now I’m letting loose
I live in Canada
The place that’s known for the moose
Grab a bottle of that goose
When we’re chiefin I call deuce
Got loud that makes my mind go off the map
Writing real hip hop and not trap
Starting to change the whole world
In just a quick zap


I like swearing too much
To attached to rolling that Dutch
Freeing my soul, through music and such
Inspired by the Notorious and the Infamous
Part of the reason why I’m spitting this
Living life limitless
Popping out the sick flows
You already know how it goes
Not treating women like hoes
Before you treat them like a princess
My style’s got that finesse
Get these words off my chest
Girls look at me
But don’t seem impressed
As a teen I was depressed
Now I’m just mostly just stressed
Making sure I stand out from the rest
I look like a baggy clothed goon
Walking around with Sloth Man
On a full moon
High as fuck, have been since noon
Come through and I got my arms swinging
Step to the table, showing what I’m bringing
Because man this shits not like singing
It’s gotta be off the top
But my brain always puts together rhymes nonstop
Never was into much Pop
Maybe at a young age
But I’m glad I ripped out and burned that page
Like a wise sage, a lyrical genius
While sad to say most of you trappers are needless
The only type of Kush I smoke is seedless
Keep it on a puff puff pass
Only in the rap game to kick some ass
And I don’t even have a car nor do I have gas
Hope that one day we’ll flying first class
Skinny dude but with the mass
And I ain't even getting paid but I'm Young and Self Made