Sha Stimuli - Coast 2 Coast Weekly 8 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]:
I told cats before they should blame it on my grammar it's poetic
It ain't my fault, blame my grandma it's genetic
And this year I'm sympathetic cause she past to a greater place
So each time I say my grace I speak to her
Telling her, "I'm sorry that I made mistakes"
It took so long to make, if I could change the date
And push the years back I would
Even though my flow wasn't half as good
I was twice as hungry and I had my hood behind me
Now I just say the shit that no other rapper could
Damn, I should just take over now
I'm such a bastard, putting Brooklyn on my back like it's luggage
I got a carry on
Destinations where granny's waiting, I don't do average songs
The path I'm on, I swear is so airy
When other artists seem so scared to get near me
I'm the difference between yearly and daily
I get better every morning, every verse is a performance
I don't care if you hear me, I paint pictures
Grand mammacita
I feel like I could close my eyes and reach her
This year has been crazy, I've talked to kids and I feel like a teacher
I tell them I can make it, it gets deeper
I look down on other MCs while you looking down on me
And you wonder why we look up to people that sound corny but
That's why I keep the pound on me and I talk about death so much
I let so much of what I really go through, out there into Pro Tools
I got a rich swag with a broke rule so fuck everybody
Interviewers asking if I felt dissed
Cause I ain't get up on the XXL list
I'm so selfish I can't be in a classroom
I drop shit constantly, vocal booth and the bathroom
If you a star, your favorite rapper is a half moon
I'm the sunshine, fuck a punchline, who gassed you?
These people need me
I touch the teens, I read the youth
It's not for me, I'm here for you
They asking, who am I?
The sun, the light, the rain, the dark
The gun, the knife, I aim and spark
The gutter type to take your heart
The love, the life, the pain, the start
Of the end of the game, I'm about to tear this shit apart
I'm about to rape these fucking charts
They asking, who am I?
The cornerstone, the first, the last
The one that don't rehearse his craft
The thug who pauses, burst and laughter
Yo, this ain't new to me
I went to school and learned my math
I got the tool to burst and blast
I'll make a fool reverse his path, yo this is who I be
The Glock that popped you, shot that shot you
Rock inside your sock
The cop that stopped you, God, I'm like the block I'm always hot
The one they said, acts like a dick
And that dick ends up in your chick
And that chick ends up on my skin
And then you end up on some shit
You wanna flip, but you found out I practice gymnastics
I'm quick, with the plastic, I'll blast it, I'm sick
I'm the gift, they unwrapped it, a classic
I spit like a fifth with a passion
You asked and I'm here
Finally I made it
Realizing why I was created
I wanna say more but, now it's like the words are escaping
Huh
I'm walking back and forth and
Right now I'm really pacing
You ever seen Rosemary's Baby?
And everybody's there praising Satan?
That's the industry
I feel like that, like praying up to God is really hating
It's kinda hard
It's so hard to relate
For me? It's so hard to be fake
Coast II Coast mixtapes
You heard beats get raped for like eight weeks straight
Stimuli man