I.K.P. - KlapTrapperz (Self-Made) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1:]
If you’re feelin’ trapped, then you gotta clap
Klaptrapperz put it down just to make a stack, stack
Don’t let em kill your chill when they at-tack
Klaptrapperz put it down just to make a stack, stack
You could spend your life working towards someone else’s dreams
Or you could spend it making your dreams come to be
Can’t take nothing with you when you’re back into the dirt
Don’t cheat yourself; bosses pay themselves first
So I gotta… FIRST!
Make my move… FIRST!
Till I become… FIRST!
Self-made, FIRST!
Ten thousand hours just to make it back, back
R U +Glad, well+ so am I when I stack, stack
Klaptrapperz put it down just to make a stack, stack
Klaptrapperz put it down just to make a stack, stack

[Break:]
So I gotta… (got, got got)
Make my move… (make-make, make-make)
Till I become… (till I)
Self-made (made)

Till I’m, till I’m
Self-Made
Till I’m, till I’m
Self-Made

So I gotta… (got got)
Make my move… (make-make)
Till I become… (till I, till I’m)
Self-made (made)


[Verse 2:]
Been different all my life, I own it now; it doesn’t stop
What is the reason for the thirst when I touch the block?
All that sugar water you was drankin’, was is not
Enough to quench it while you lust on jocks, stuntin from the docks?
If you want change, quit paying the same tip
I learned early money is that universal language
I gotta speak it fluently so investors call me
Still, I’m the type to take a chance even if it’s costly
Who takes risks anymore? They play it safe
But swear they got nothing to lose; difficult takes a day
Impossible takes a week
I wouldn’t take the weak with me to the summit
I’m jumping from it, taking the leap – of faith
They’ll try to snatch that, so I snap back
Can’t let em have that, so I klap-trap
I deserve the best right now, that’s facts
Klaptrapperz put it down just to make a stack, stack


[Break:]
So I gotta… (got, got got)
Make my move… (make-make, make-make)
Till I become… (till I)
Self-made (made)

So I gotta… (got got)
Make my move… (make-make)
Till I become… (till I, till I’m)
Self-made (made)

Till I’m, till I’m
Self-Made
Till I’m, till I’m
Self-Made

Till I’m, till I’m
Self-Made
Till I’m, till I’m
Self-Made

[Verse 3:]
If you ain’t a friend, you gotta be a foe (F.O.H.)
Fakes outta here, this has gotta be a joke
Of course we not on the same page
You sound illiterate; it gives me great pains
To know your brain terribly wasted stayin basic
Your brain get a Viking burial on a slave ship
It was dead on arrival, I took the opportunity
Stepped to the podium prepared to give the eulogy
The way I feel, I could smack the fire!
I could smack the fire from a bold-face liar!
Still I take the bitter with the sweet (SWEET!)
And all the business in between
Living for the Benjamins and then ten acres
Binge till I cringe, laughing now then repent later
Sending for the sinners grinning at your dimmer wagers
Are you getting paper
Are you smarter than a fifth grader?

[Out Hook:]
So I gotta… (got, got got)
Make my move… (make-make, make-make)
Till I become… (till I)
Self-made (made)
Can’t take nothing with you when you’re back into the dirt
Don’t cheat yourself; bosses pay themselves first

So I gotta… (got got)
Make my move… (make-make)
Till I become… (till I, till I’m)
Self-made (made)

So I gotta… (got got)
Make my move… (till I, till I’m)
Till I become… (till I, till I’m)
Self-made (made)