InsaneMastermind - Future Self [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:
The second that I walk up the people head home or starin
Rattle off a million questions but my headphones are blarin
So I just point at my ear or ignore 'em altogether
Cause I can tell their questions ain't gon' be how's the weather
Im just tryna live life, I got no time for interviews
It's not that I don't like you, it's just that I ain't in the mood
C'mon it's late at night, drop the camera eat some dinner boo
Ask your questions to the waiter he's more of a winner too
Meet a girl and send her food, ask her what she's finna do
Maybe if your lucky then she won't return to sender dude
But your priorities are twisted, and your focused on the wrong shit
Instead of buying biscuits, you gotta buy a long whip
You gotta fake it to make, but how can you even fake it
If all you ever learned was how to chill in a basement
Advance placement was your claim to fame, but now how you gon' maim the game
When shit was dead the second that it say my name you lame to dames
You need to work on rhyming at a pace that get's the people hyped
And don't let noone fuck you over keep yo b-hole tight
It'll be alright, this I promise you
If you can honestly believe that ain't nobody bomb as you
Get rid of the drama too, cause all that shit'll follow you
And if it comes up later then the game'll chew and swallow you
Be unique but fit the mold enough to be entertaining
And write 24/7 it don't matter if it's draining
Cause think of art as mining you should aim for the main vein
And your brain is a computer you need a powerful mainframe
Listen to anyone else and they'll tell you the same thing
But still you didn't listen tell me ain't that a dang shame
You could been fucking famous, you could become the greatest
But you were sold on the idea that you would never make a playlist
I think it's fuckin heinous, you coulda been fucking A-list
But now we'll never know because your right back in the basement

H :
Always conversing with my future self
He was who told me dude don't shoot yourself
He told me you need help and when I wasn't doing well
And now he's telling me how to reap wealth
(x2)

Verse 2:
Man im sick of being broke as a motherfuckin crack fiend
I'm half human half sick, I'm a fuckin vaccine
You need to tag team to bag me, I know you hear my ass mean
But in truth im so much nicer than these others who harass me
They blast me and trash me, say that I ain't been grasping
The knowledge of the way to rhyme and so my music's ass B
But I shrug off the all insults and focus on writing
And ever since that I noticed that my bars have tightened
Because once your musics for you, you don't care about opinions
Even if they hate it, if you love it you'll be grinning
They can send in written opposition to your compositions
But as long as you're your competition haters are no contradiction
Stop and listen, if you think your tracks dope then it is bitch
You're the one who you write music for you don't need to get a witness
You can fill up your own wishlist, you don't need to wait till christmas
There's more than one way to be heard and none is throw a bitch fit
There's a reason rappers blowin up are always total dopeness
Cause they workin hard as shit until they finally get noticed
You need to emulate all of that, if you want to earn dollars back
You need to be a powerhouse and rap till you cause heart attacks
You should slaughter traps with naught a scratch before you call it rap
Before that it's only music you make with your heart attached
Yeah you left it but I brought it back, you the best it's not an artifact
Don't listen to eminem, you the fucking god of rap
They came after me and I sliced through 'em like it's surgery
So why are surprised that no one in the game can murder me
I leave 'em lying in the courtyard, you can call it perjury
Look through all the open mics because that's where im sure to be
Never gave a fuck at all, stayed in summer duckin fall
Cause that's when I make money and i'll do anything if bucks involved
I wanna tour in compton, I want the whores to watch it
Thank you to my future self but this'll end my correspondence

H