T.A.C. - Wasup [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)
I ask myself everyday why am I never feautured
On local artists songs,like even after I meet them
But then I just think about it,and really it is mad obvious
Why should I kill them on their own track,thats just grimey shit
Its pretty easy for me to complete my mission
Of taking over a state,where theres never real competition
And if you think that your better at what I do
Come at me and spit some bars,but dont get mad if I get rude
I heard you're shit on Youtube and I had to ask myself
Why the fuck would they make a song without asking for my help
I mean shit,if you really needed a hook
Something better than tryna make these middle schoolers try to cook
Then you couldve hit me up,swallowed your pride
To my foes I never let em choose dead or alive
And they hate it cause they friends be bumpin with my shit
But when I tell em to diss me,their never wanting to spit

(Hook)
Wasup
I mean really come on nigga you got something to say then
Wasup
You talk shit behind my back,never say it to my face
Wasup
You tell me that you me like me,but you hate me nigga shut the fuck up
Come at me with a diss,hit or miss it motherfucker wasup

(Verse 2)
Take Her got mad hits,I guess T.A.C. Is Buzzin
I came a long way,all it took was nuttin
Get it,came,like it came of my dick
Come on did you get it,like your girl does with my dick
My fans have higher expectations than an asian parent
And these rappers say im too open,like im getting embarassed
I rap and sing bout the shit
That these people do not admit
So dont tell me that im complaining
I say what you are restraining
See my life is a drama,im breaking the fourth wall
King Sha Jahan,all my songs are bitches Taj Mahals
I'm becoming something big,its not that bad to see
These niggas wanna play games,I tune em to channel 3
My success got them amazed
Their eyes are looking blazed
Back in this place
Your a disgrace
Fuck wit a nigga like me,I dare you
You ain't coming at me cause I scare you motha fucka

(Hook)
Wasup
I mean really come on nigga you got something to say then
Wasup
You talk shit behind my back,never say it to my face
Wasup
You tell me that you me like me,but you hate me nigga shut the fuck up
Come at me with a diss,hit or miss it motherfucker wasup

(Verse 3)
Music is not a hobby for me
Its my life
This is not the thrill
It's the strife
Success is what I want,and of course I will have it
Its so tragic,niggas thinking they good,im black magic
All these niggas are generic,I would help but forget it
Everybody likes generic so I guess ima just let it stay
But I dont care,they say life isnt fair
I live it like festival,so hatas hop off my testicles
And girls never liked me I know,i was a loser
But now I take shots at em,like you couldve had this
But denied me for my looks,judged the book by its cover
I used to be a lover but these bitches changed a brother
That goes out to Marlena,Nicole
Chistina,Gina
Jocelyn who is gossipin
Casandra who was talking shit
Kimberly thats missin me
Jackie that Wasn't kissin me
And that stuped bitch Frances,am I now good enough bitch?

(Hook)
Wasup
I mean really come on nigga you got something to say then
Wasup
You talk shit behind my back,never say it to my face
Wasup
You tell me that you me like me,but you hate me nigga shut the fuck up
Come at me with a diss,hit or miss it motherfucker wasup