Scatta G. - The Recession [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1:Scatta G.]

Don't talk to me' I don't gossip about no drama
Don't speak unless it's with intelligence like Barack Obama
I'm magniloquent' I express myself in high flown language
If you catch me slipping I apologize' for not displaying greatness
Baby I'm about to blow
Now is not the time for games or jokes
I need some music I can bob my head to when I'm broke
Need a woman' I need a woman' that bitch not for me
I like the way she look but I don't like the way that she think
I need a J.O.B'
Rather flipping burgers or fifty-packs in the street
You got that fire tree well nigga give me that for my grief
Mama's only son breathing soul bleeding so deep yo throat fill up
I'm here for one reason' to tell you people dont give up
This Scatta G

I'm never gone give up' I promise we gone rise
I know it because I believe in GOD
So I'm going Hard
In this recession praying for blessings
Stressing my message
My way of releasing pain for all this hell I been catching

To all my fathers' Please don't give up
My single mothers' Please' Just don't give up
And all my hustlers' Please don't give up

Silly suckers who don't me
I suggest you leave me lonely
Trying to act hard you phoney
If you want me I'm coming hommie

Cause bitch I'm about to blow

Like the stash pot at the King Pens trap
Haters say I need to grow some fucking more
Well they need to learn how to rap
You can never say I have no love loyalty or respect for the trap
Shit' I ain't even from the way and I put that on the map
Pick yo face up off the pavement'
And ask them women about me'
Bet they say I hit slow'
Shit' they love me'
Because bitch I'm me like Brisco
Don't judge me'
Unless you feel the pain in my pit too'
Disgusting'
A horror movie'
This just the preview
Don't make me meet you treat you then leave you where you lay for trying to play with me
I'm prisoner of my own pain'
Can you define slavery'
I'm education to the streets'
Yall since-less when yall hating me'
This name this fame this brain this pain this game
This what yall gave to me
I'm a soul survivor like Young Jeezy and Akon on a nigga
I got my own problems' never had the nerve to hate another nigga
I'd rather display my love loyalty and respect on a track with them
Never ignorant getting goals accomplished' It's an acronym
I've been sacrificing to get a job' believe it or not
Me and the music go together like a plant and a pot
Life s crazy I've had enough' but never had enough of gripping the guap
So don't hate me if you fuck around and catch me kicking a rock
Baby I'm about to blow'
I can't rush God's work because he in control
All of my ladies' you got to hold on to your love like Envogue
Stay strong for the men who out they mind' Don't let them lose they soul
Rather he work a nine to five or he move that blow
If he provide, respect him and let him know
He the man around this motherfucker
Who real enough to catch a cold get sick break down the dro and roll one up separate
Give you yo own blunt because I don't want you catching shit
Some education and common since is what you better get
So proud every time I turn on my TV and see my president
Black beautiful and rich' with an even richer personality
I'm talking Barack Obama'
I'm talking about Scatta G
I'm talking about Michael Jordan
I'm talking about Michael Jackson
I'm talking about Missy Elliot Young Lloyd and Nelly
And my music make haters feel so worthless'
They gone site down and do some soul searching'
Eliminate the hate'
I'm a doctor on the track' a cold surgeon'
I'll kill you niggas with my old verses'
Ask me to demonstrate'
No' No'
You don't deserve to see royalty when we rock and roll
And you don't wanna see me when I got a knot to cop a Glock
Because I won't hesitate to make it cock back and explode
In yo motherfucking face' Bitch'
So find yo little ass somebody else to play wit'
Because I'll sit back' watch you get started and finished'
Six feet up under the village'
Before I get a chance to say shit'
Tell me who really handling business'
And turn everything secondary until business get finished
Never thought I would meet someone who would have to serve their life in prison'
Somebody snitchin'
Which makes it appropriate enough for me to mention'
Im 22 with no kids'
I guess I just don't look good enough for the bitches'
I love a woman that can move me'
Sooth me'
And in any situation she keep it groovy'
Little black cutie'
Little fat booty'
If it ain't me she giving nobody that coochie ma'
Gotta ride two seat'
Like Yo Gotti and Gucci Man