Young Zy - I'm Back On [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced By Kwiet]

Yeah
Young Zy
Uh...

[Hook]
Im just tryna make it to the top
I put all my trust in to God
I know how it feels to be lost
But Im back on, Im back on
Im back on, Im back on

[Verse 1]
I haven't been up in a minute
And I apologize for that
I try to keep my mind off women
And try to keep my love towards rap
It feels like we could blow any minute
I'm just tryna put my city on the map
I'm just tryna live my life to the fullest
Before a hater run up on me with the strap
Like uh
That's just how it goes, you just gotta stay on your toes
Friends be turning to foes
These women be turning to hoes
Impediments, I'ma get through it if i said it then
I need medicine, that's irrelevant
But i ain't been good due to negligence
Or maybe its just my stupidity
These niggas is tryna get rid of me
They be just tryna belittle me, but I'ma knock it out
The park like little league
I just want all the Riches, I never be thinking bout bitches
They be all up in my business, and i need mine
I said we gon' blow like a fuckin' mine
I mean she gon blow, she gon' gimme mind
Then we gon' blow, and its gon' blow my mind
The game, the doe, its all mine
I can't lie on no song, pick your bitch up
She ain't staying for long
And if I'm on, then my niggas is on, they were the ones
That was with me all along

[Hook]
Im just tryna make it to the top
I put all my trust in to God
I know how it feels to be lost
But Im back on, Im back on
Im back on, Im back on

[Verse 2]
Let them run their mouth, that shit go Usain
Niggas think they Jokers, I go Bruce Wayne
Your girl wanna kick it like she Liu Kang
She gon' roll it up, and she gon' Wu Tang
Ooh dang, God damn
I'm in the kitchen with the pots pans
I'm in the kitchen with the hot hands
All i do is fuckin' sauce damn
I'm sick of niggas being off-brands, fuck my father
He a soft man
Bro ain't been there my whole life
Now a nigga wanna pop in
I think its cause a nigga poppin
New addition fuck the cost man
My whole circle about to clock in, I don't see a lot of niggas keeping up, I just hear a lot of niggas talkin
I got balmains, 3 gold chains, 2 pink rings, I'm on fleek
But for other things, nigga shit ain't changed
She gon' give me brain, she on freak
That's confidential, Rollie presidential, Money so essential, watch my team assemble, hope you got the memo
We ain't got no worries
Money coming fast like its in a hurry
Bet your girl slide like she in a hurry
Bet I got the Mac, R.I.P to Bernie
Bet I got the 30 like I'm Stephen Curry
I'm counting my blessings while throwing on 197
I'm counting my blessings while throwing on 197, GC

[Hook]