Izzy Jone$ - It's True. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]:

(Nanananaaaa na x2)
Yo, yo yo

[Verse 1]:

It's been too long since my mind has been open
I try to take my time to be focused
But wait in line to be dropped
Stop
Fuck it, I shouldn't have wrote this
Yo- So clean & unnoticed
So crisp & unfocused
So me and this note is
So on & so on until I'm making no sense
Literally, I'm broken down
To something minuscule
Same game changer
But lied in my interview
And my inner views tell me to switch it up
But my outer conscious is saying don't give it up
Like what the fuck
What is up, if you feel me
Even if they don't
Either way, they'll kill me
They don't even care if your soul's on an ill beat
What is your net-worth?
I'm saying network if you feel me
Feel me?
No? Okay? Whatever, it's cool
I quote "I don't feel right stepping to you
I can send blessings in school & anonymous hope
But I rather get distant and never act like we're cool,"
But it's cool (bitch)

[Hook]:
I hope that you believe what I say to you
(what I say to you)
I hope that you believe what I say to you
(cause it's true)

[Verse 2]:
Man I still can't pinpoint my feelings
Hope they know dollar's in the building
I'm not an optimist, nigga, I'm a realist
Everything I'm spitting is gold
Nigga, let's go
Taking breaks are cool, if you can feel it
Here for my crown of thorns
Back with a vengeance
Don't get smacked, this asthmatic's back ripping
Blast from the future but passed these whack niggas (it's dollar-wait)
I'm getting too far ahead of myself
Acting like I'm the best
Way far ahead of my health
Welcome back to the top of the shelf
And forgotten like Weezy beheaded himself
Go, please
Get to know my story, allegory
Past the book of Eli-Jah
This story starts to bore me
It's a lot on my brain & my chest
But I'm still waiting to vent

[Hook]:

[Verse 3]:
(rest in peace Dolla!)
Niggas think that I'm kidding
I'm chilling
Listen
I'm in it
I'm living
Listen
I hope that you get it
Listen
You're missing my point
But everything that I'm spitting
Spitting is getting
Let's get it
My nigga (You) already know
That I'm killing this joint
Well, I don't want to sound conceited
But everything that I'm speaking
Like "everything that I'm breathing"
You understand what I'm doing (is)
I'm potent
Listen
I mean it
But "everything that I'm speaking"
I'm heated
Listen
I'm HEATED!
Listen
My nigga you already know I'm back
These people like "damn! I thought Izzy Jone$ was whack!"
But you will never understand
Never grasp that
Like where's it at? My nigga
We on the TransAm!
We moving dollars, we get it
Listen
We outta (win)
(But) we missing
My better just stop it
My nigga probably in it
I am not breathing
But people think that I'm tripping
People think that I'm gone
People think that I'm kidding
Now I'm 'bout to make a killing
But to make a (it) goal (gold)
I'm 'bout to make it big
And you will never know
If you don't hop on to the train
Then, you 'bout to get gon'
Huh?
Dollar sign about to leave
I'm 'bout to get ghost
And I'm still spitting my heart out
Everybody like dang, I don't know where to start now?
Uh-
Didn't even know he was gon' start out
But I am still the man, nigga, wait

[Outro]:
Why am I compensating?
What am I waiting?
I'm just waiting to go-
Home
But I will never know
If you don't understand then get hip
Let's go!

(dollar!)