J'sar - U Gotta Love It (The Lost Verses of J'sar) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1 - J'sar]
All the etceteras, poetic verse writer
Swap saliva wit the mic my passion
Young black men be at your crib on behalf of this
Rapper with a gift
Lyrical bombs with bad intentions
To fuck the baddest bitches after this rags to riches
Story unfolds spin the globe and hit the road
Cash ain't right skip the show
Portfolio plots we meet on docks
Florida Key yacht scenery
Would make my best friends scheme on me
If I shine but my crew don't my crew will
My barber get me more pussy than my game claimed
I be in the spot Madden to your 2k
Shut it like a cellar door writing letters for my jail niggas
Miserable bitches drinkin pinnacle wit hopes of getting screwed
By cats they never knew but wanna get to know But never do
Who wants to be forever young and stick around to see your people going down
Get your own style the original route
I contemplate a better day blowin smoke clouds

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - J'sar]

Dirty money and sex visions inside of my head
Keep the heart pumping blood to the vital organs in
My pants be a grand plus something that
Can make a woman or man
Form in 3 quarters of a year
After it sprayed out pulled out late
Made a child can't abort that gotta support that And forfeit
The selfishness in the midst of Gat-protected wrecklessness
I seen stone cold killers turn affectionate they want the best for the kid
My estimate the foul ho they dealin wit'
A switch 'em back to smith and wessun on hip
I pray not I see maybachs but I ain't riding in 'em
Why I mention how I wanna live
It seems a hundred million miles from here
Was in the hallways downing beers wit my niggas in our younger years
Broke forever never could I accept
But why die for treasure that you can't spend
Simple logic is enjoying the profits
And chase progress 'til you prosperous
And even after treat it like you have to have it
My train of thought's a gold digger magnet
I wake up dragging from henny glasses Not a couple plenty glasses
And plenty will ask that you rewind this lyrical track I do this from the heart
To think I failed creative arts a skill couldn't be taught
All up in the sex session even when I ain't around that lady moan for J'sar