Big Baby Gandhi - My Maybach [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Q38 My Maybach...
So as I lay back, thinking about stuff to rap about
I take my dagger out my backpack, my pen and pad
Proceed to rap about, all the things I never had
Cross out, rewrite, now I'm thinking I'm a gangsta
Everybody put they hands up
That's not really me but what people seem to be fans of, I pander
Put a little money in my pants pocket, advance profit
Getting closer to a gross margin, Just enough so I could boast off it
Catch a lick like post office, must address my dough shortage
Saving up for a old Taurus, so when the album drop, please go support it
In this fiscal climate, my assignment, since I'm rhymin, get to shinin
Goal to surpass my environment, say I'm wack but I ain't buyin it
Like most things, I can't afford to
Fuck around with a doubt or two, but I never let it get to me, so don't let it get to you

[Bridge 1]
My neck don't blizzing, my wrist don't flizzop
But that don't mean that, my shit ain't hizzot

[Hook]
A lot of cats think they so G, they Lil Bo Peep
(Fuck 'em 8x)
A lot of cats think they so deep, cuz they hold heat
(Fuck 'em 8x)
A lot of cats say they don't weep, cuz they got a Rollie
(Fuck 'em 8x)
A lot of cats think they know me, they not my homie
(Fuck 'em 8x)

[Verse 2]
Cross out, rewrite, now I'm thinking I'm a normal person
Not much there to add to verses
Most time spent thinking what to purchase, how to purchase, if I could purchase. I mean...
IPhones that I can't buy, Dow Jones at all time high
Middle class at all time low, so low that they think they high
So high they identify with, politicians, that's pimps that lie and
Lobbyists that then provide, trickle down for you and I
Drip drop in a big pot, they pick-pocket, and you can't stop it
That's why I do like Pac said, 'yeah, you gotta keep your head up.'

[Bridge 2]
Gotta keep your head high, I know you feel like
Nobody care about you
But don't give in to a hay-ta, you know I pray I
Pray you find a way out

[Verse 3]
R train my private jet...
So as I fly to death, continue build my confidence
My therapist, says to resist, my perilous, point of view
My self-effacing state of mind, this barrel that I gaze upon, could indirectly hurt someone
Could count all the people that love me just by counting on one finger, could count all the people that hate me just by looking out the window
Uh, you got me, like Brenda
I try my best to express myself from where I feel is my center
Me have no agenda, me have no prerogative, do my best stay positive
Know I got a lot to give, even if I ain't got a pot to piss in
That's not my mission, a lot of y'all got tunnel vision
When maybe you could take the bridges
Many paths to the same goal, many roads but i mean...
Many paths to the same goal, many roads what's yours?

[Bridge 1]
{Hook} 2X