Cleff & Eugenius - Heaven [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Audio Recording)
[Eugenius]
...Saturday morning cartoons?

[Cleff]
He's got to, man

[Eugenius]
He really started that, didn't he? I'on know, I just (sigh) man......I guess I just want the good guys to win. Like, I don't these fake niggas to...especially from our city, like...cuz.......the people gotta choose you, so I don't want anybody who's, like, not really representin'. Not not representing, but just not like...not doin' it right. Everybody's tryna move to Atlanta, everybody's tryna...

[Cleff]
(Chuckles)

[Eugenius]
...move to New York. Everybody's tryna...be fuckin'...Raury or fuckin'...

[Cleff]
Everybody's...

[Eugenius]
Everybody's tryna be Chance, everybody's tryna be Bino, everybody...everybody's tryna, like, win the Internet, but it's like, man, you just gotta be true to yourself. That's so corny, but you just gotta be true to yourself

(Silence)

[Eugenius]
I don't know. Like, I'm not...I'on know

(Silence)

[Cleff]
Niggas suck today

[Eugenius]
Niggas suck

[Cleff]
Niggas suck ass


[Verse 1: Eugenius]
Uh!
As of now it's one to nothin'
One and O, the perfect score, I play until the judge is comin'
Thunder rumbles up above, I know the son is up to sumthin'
Sleepin' when the sun is up and never on a hungry stomach
Thuggin' while yo son is crying, chuggin' tubby-tubby custard
I ain't even tryin', droppin' nuggets in that honey mustard
I ain't even whinin' if the other team is 20 up
I dunk on number 23 and tell him get his bunnies up
Etherin' the quote-unquote Jevohas who ain't God's Son
Easy as an alley-oop whenever features lob one
You feindin' for a basket, homie? I'mma help you find one
I'm G-O-A-L-S, like the photo of a fine one
See yo way to bed if you still snorin' on your local artists
Laying down the groundwork, then we get to rollin' carpet
Paint the house white, all we missin' is an oval office
Cleff and Gene, 2016, my running mate is Bolt, you walkers

[Verse 2: Cleff]
Aye, you done homie? Lemme speak my piece
(Lemme speak my piece)
I ain't got no gun on me, so lemme speak my piece
(Lemme speak my piece)
I never got no funds on me, but lemme feed my niece
(Lemme feed my niece)
I been workin' too much homie, lemme reap my seed
(Lemme rea...)
In a world where the crowd gon' love you and ya fam don't know you
Man, it's easy bein' ill
I'm just actin' like I'm straight, but I throw up on a paper when I'm writin'
Other rappers know I will
And they puttin' on a show like they really on the road
Talkin' 'bout they own lane and some mills?
(Maaaan)
But, these rappers usin' pens that they borrowed from a homie
All my joints sound like I use quills
(Mmm)
It's just time I start to see my effort
But, more is lesser, remember, we drown in seas of treasure
I feel the pressure (woo!), homies 'round me want all my pleasure
But, never stressin', they worth less than what's on my dresser
Cleff, how you do that? I could teach you, come learn your lesson
Then learn your next son, then tell him to go learn your grandson
My wealth is handsome, wallet be throwin' temper tantrums
Y'all better watch him, ghost in high school like Danny Phantom
You gettin' bread? I'm stackin' up on my pancetta
Time is money, tomorrow I'm turnin' one hunnit
One second, all I needed was one second
To find Heaven