Young Spittah - Funeral [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 0:23

The reflection is all written up
It's time to release it
Got some shit I gotta let out
So call this an exclusive
Magazine stay asking for an exclusive
I been doing this too long to every get cheated on
Nas taught me the cheat code Is never be greedy
I could give two fucks about popping bottles if my picture ain't vivid
My main man told me your hard work will gets recognized
Cause the ones whose chilling at the side lines
Be the same ones who wants a slice of the pie
I swear
These hoes be trynna make a point
Till they see you at the Grammys
Claiming they loving your music
Man that shit don't make no sense
How they be switching there sets
But imma be the one to tell you don't let it catch you when you least expect
Laying there wondering how you the most effects by this
Tired of people making me feel like I don't know what I'm doing
Tired of looking into my past feelings like I'm being haunted by them
Not knowing depression would keep building like books on a shelf
Can you feel the fire burning
All these people at my funeral ain't know I was hurting

Hook

When they lay my caskets down
They gone say I'm the dopest
Niggas calling you pussy when you keep it one hundred
Imma be the realest at my Funeral service

Verse 2

Second verse and I still ain't lose my memory
Bucking ham palace when I was out with the manager
Buccarines calling shots while I'm trying to tamper it
Traumatize so you wonder why my flow ain't different
This the type of shit I go to therapy for
Nigga wanna get rich over night with no working flow
Thinking back to how they treated me when I wasn't in the scenery
High school reunion will be worth the appearance
Make everyone who show up go through security clearance
With fake congratulations and wonder how I'm doing
No limit needed when my lyrics are quote able
No matter how far these bitches wander they will gravitate back to you
To everyone I know respect your zone
I know by now to keep it one hundred to the bone
While only a few really know what was going on
I go though phase thinking god hated me
Keeping thing to myself just didn't make it better
But at the end of the day I knew no one was there
Gun shot to the head and the screaming is dead
Laying in Red Sea of blood cause no one was there

Hook

I'll never give up on my dream
It's the scheme for my future
I won't stop till the casket drop
Cause I'm gone be the realest at my funeral service