Shad Fer - (Things) You Got A No [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Here we go yo,here we go yo
So what's,so what's,so what's the scenario
At this point,I shouldn’t have to ask you to grab a joint
Cause you can’t contact me unless gravity’s null and void
Only the sun could reach me,yet I’m the one that your son avoids
Rest in peace to my Grammys happy to be your sonnys' boy
Deliver the intricate ish that makes listeners shiver
And some niggas just wonder what on earth is that funny noise
It’s raw hip hop with none of that crummy joy
Not telling some money stories or flaunting my jewelry
Some niggas don’t have the privilege to be given the doobie
That luck’ll pass out,not caring if you stand out
Rich niggas get quicker than kids who stickin their hands out
Middle finger reaching to stand out in this vast crowd
Laugh but know exactly what happens to those who laugh loud
They cry later cause that laugh’ll only last now
Shad proud of his past trials,cause I tell myself that my bank account gon get maxed out

[Hook]
You gotta pray and you gotta hope
And God’ll answer you unless he’s not at home
Pray he says yes and you successful
But most of the times,you just gotta know you got a no
You just gotta know you got a no
Most of the times,you just gotta know
You got a no(X4)


[Verse 2]
My niggas by my side,light the spliff with the fire
Don’t rush to pass me a puff cause I ain't quick to get high
Pull slow,let the thrill slowly drift in my mind
With the smoke willy nilly drifting up my sinus
Actually that was an analogy,I caught this sickness from my niggas
It wasn’t an allergy,they said with this rapping thing
If you capture your dreams rapidly,you’ll crash and burn and the status you earned
Won’t last half a week,take it slow,don’t make it just to make the dough
If you have the key,don’t be fast to get pass the door
Eat the first platter then ask for more
And ask the lord the to get cash galore
But don’t rely on him entirely,put in ya time wisely until he finally
Decides to be kind to me,rappin’ to the point where I’m no longer a wannabe
This hobby’s a job that could possibly be supporting me
Industry’s got more profits than my country economy
I ain't bout it for my wallet,but I’d love to be counting greens
Bouncing in some cars that I probably thought I never afford
Showing off,floss on all who said I wouldn’t amount to things
Cause in a way success is my best revenge story,eventually
Ima knock these suckers out the ring,don’t doubt the king
A thousands pardon if you shout my name
Get ya loudest screams to spread around your mouth like sour cream,nigga