TripOne - Hands Behind His Back [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
I'm just tryna get it for everyone
Make it for all of y'all
Trying not to delay it
But uh... look

[Verse 1]
My life's not perfect so my life's worth it
I'd risk it all to give it all up to a good person
Momma's house purchased, designer blouses and purses
Put Em in a BMW like it ain't even splurging
Cause she's worth it
I care about my own, I wanna sit you on a throne
To live in luxury
She told me to hurry, slow poke
I promised that she'd meet JT, that shit was no joke
And we could go to dinner, not worry about who pay
Introduce my mom to Michael Bublé
Who say that anything's impossible, I make these statements plausible
I cause trouble like a skater, flip a double entendre, tool
Done nothing but good, let's see what the karma do
Make a wish, be calm, maybe read a psalm or two
Truthfully I feel like we do deserve it all
In due time, throw bouquets at my curtain call

[Hook]
I'm just tryna get it for everyone
I'm just tryna make it for all of y'all
Making all of these statements
Trying not to delay it
Keep on playing for payment
Til these hands hit the pavement
I'm just tryna get it for everyone

[Verse 2]
I texted Em some real shit, I hope she gets the message
Cause the writing's sentimental, every letter sent, I meant it
She told she believed, not sure if I feel the same
But we both know to give our hearts to find love in our games
We have the same goals, see it better as we run farther
One more step til we become step son and daughter
Brother sister, watch over
I need to take it up a notch, hold up
I need more money for me and more, Mia, oh lord
Held in my arms not even one day after she was born
It's only right I give you all I can, then give you more
I've been dreaming so much lately, only thing I can afford
Hand-sewn custom dress by Tom Ford
First class to anywhere you could explore
But think big, anything could be yours
I just want to see little Mia applaud
Applaud

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
And I can't escape the comments like, "cracker, why you on this?
This a black man's craft, white man, be honest"
No matter the differences there's still one thing in common
Split the black and white and in between there's green, the commas
I'm tryna buy the gold chain that make Nas' eyes squint
You just tryna move your family up and out the projects
I got that
Respect you got a reason but I got one too
You'd be surprised of all the things that I been through
I remember 2011, lost my pops in June
Open casket, front row at the funeral, I lost my cool
Look in my eyes don't I deserve something?
With everything I'm handing out, can I earn something?
Too much stress now, almost thought I'd check out
Start to wonder if hip-hop was really the best route
Everybody looking at me like I'm blessed now
Like I could...
(He could change the world with his hands behind his back, oh)