Yung Bloodshot - Reloaded [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)
Put you in a prison with a bar like a dollar sign
An industry full of niggas spent not meant to rhyme
The instrumentals fly and my mental high
You might have a pineal gland, but you'll never be Third Eye
Never realized I made some buzz here and there
See, the wear and the tear took a toll on my hair
Wash the day down with soap as I indulge in the water
99 problems, 70 include my father
Tried to rescue what was left of a relationship
When God took my place, there was no saving it
Yes He is the most high, but I am a close high
Left my family with nothing and I would like to know why
The game needs more than your heart
It needs your mind, your soul, your body, individual parts
It can take what you love and straight rip it apart
But I love you hip-hop, you ain't at fault

(Chorus)
////Forfeit the game before somebody else takes you outta the frame
And kills your brain with fame////

(Verse 2)
Cleaning out my closet, all I found were my old hoes
The scene is ugly, niggas stealing all my old flows
Full of copycat rap, I'm just talking facts
Popping pills in the night cuz I'm an insomniac
Lifted off prescripted, never read the directions
Losing half my memory after every fucking section
Can't remember the last time I felt safe
Like all of this wasn't going away one day
I pray to the heavens wishing all of this would stop
If God's always on time, then I'm doubting his watch
If only the good shall prosper and be holy
How come every demon on Earth is wearing a Rolly?
Stuck in a mindset that's keeping my mind bent
Smoking on a blunt, burning what time spent
Time is wasted, I feel I'll never make it
Gotta face it, guess a nigga stuck in the matrix

(Chorus)
////Forfeit the game before somebody else takes you outta the frame
And kills your brain with fame////

Been the man since I stepped in, abusing verbal weapons
Put the team on my back and told them "let's win"
I learned you can't just be a fucking rapper
Got to make it a priority, so everything comes after
I'm tired of losing and the game not caring at all
I was the first-round pick, how you ain't got give me the ball?
I'm James Naismith to a lame bitch, make the hate flip
Half these niggas fake for your information
Fuck sparking business, nigga that's a lost place
Rap even marked my image, that's a Scarface
I'm gonna die trying, I don't give a fuck
Funny how my own dreams wanna wake me up
Painting pictures of struggle so it'll bug you when listen
You'd probably end up colorblind trying to see my vision
I'll take every bullet cuz through music I'm alive
On my tombstone it'll read that I was born to rhyme

(Bridge)
I fucking hate you, but I love you
I fucking hate you, but I need you
I fucking love you, but you hate me
I fucking love you, now love Jay Vee