Gatsby - GNF [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Gatsby]
12 signs, 12 disciples, wonder which was Judas
While I'm puffing on the rudest, loud grass call it hula
Light night piping hookah, till my coughing answer
Then I call up a bad Tina to be might private dancer
Cause if I worried about this asthma, well that's another topic
I'm just trying to be a prophet, writing rhymes for profit
And niggas wanna see me stop it, it's bitch to gon' get noticed
Niggas give you dap one second then play you like you bogus
While my Pops telling me, my son you have arrived
Thinking I strive but can't imagine all the shit that I hide
Driving high, drunk off money, no days working sunny
No nights slept thru, more dark places crept thru
Niggas trying to stop our champagne campaign
But I'mma make em run like panty hose, Lord knows
Vinny tell me chill, you gotta know how to act
Pass me the blunt and he say relax

[Hook: Gatsby and Cori Covell]
So we rollin' doobies up, we don't give no fucks
Fuck is up
Fuck they talkn' bout, they ain't built like us, niggas trust
Women lust, when your paper touch, boy that's such a rush
That's such a rush, that's such a rush
Rollin' doobies up, we don't give no fucks
Fuck is up
Fuck they talkn' bout, they ain't built like us, niggas trust
Women lust, when your paper touch, boy that's such a rush
That's such a rush, that's such a rush
Cause they know, they know, they know, oh they know
Man they know, they know, they know, oh they know, oh they know

[Verse 2: R.C.]

Some days you wonder if you really deserve it
Especially when you notice all of your faults are lurking
Its so easy on this road to think you forgot your purpose
When they start throwing you money and you wonder what your worth is
Everybody having kids and I'm here forgetting dreams
Losing sleep over reality hope the ends justify the means
I'm in the trap like a dead mice sad sight
Don't be amazed I won't see a pair a dice but these snake eyes being eyeing me feeling like a prey to the chase as I race to the cheese they watching my pace
Everyone falls away from me, don't tell me you fucking love me
Then change your mind, you better had fucking died
Versions of suicide I contemplate in my mind
I'm so out of touch I'm paraplegic over these lines
Vinny tell me chill, you gotta know how to act
Pass me the blunt and he say relax