Legacy - No Apology [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Who you looking at?
"Me?"
You think you can dress up like me and be a rockstar?
"No sir"
No sir, you have no ideal what it takes
Hmm, what?
You think it's all sex, drugs, and rock n roll..

No Apologies
(Whut thee Mixtape)
Don't feel sorry for me, nah
Khrysis
Ugh, some other shit

[Verse One]
Two steps, from being done with this rap
Got people wondering, what's under his hat
What's he thinkin' n, what's he drinkin' n
Who's he fuckin' n, who's productionin'
Will he ever stop?
Will Mayhem ever drop?
Anchors away, questions I face everyday
Who's he cool with?
Is he the best at new school shit?
Why everything he drop tight, but he's not in the spotlight
Why he don't shine, why he so mad in every rhyme
How's the single doing?
What dreams is he pursuing?
Still chasing em, LB coming? What label n?
Rip the Craddle n, he's as dope as they make em man
Murda 5-0-6, best of his time?
No shit
You heard of me?
Kill the Ruory and murda kings
Slice ATL, with a knife blade he's hell
Kill S.O.B's
But you don't feel Leg OC?

[Hook] x 2
But I don't want you
To feel sorry for me
And when I'm gone, I want you to party for me
Celebrate my life
Celebrate what I've done
Never wait on life, celebrate buss ya guns

[Verse Two]
I'm fucking mad dude
But why the fucking attitude?
Why's he hating you? Why's he so confrontational?
Spit runs from the mouth, through the calm they waited
My shit will never come out, guess the monkey's constipated
I'm curious, ya'll who fucks got me serious
Is time running out?
Are his rhymes running out?
Who knows? Will he be there when the crew blows?
Gun powder
I only believe in one power
And God knows, that I mean well
And God knows, that I been through hell
And came back, J4 he's with the same mask
Hockey shit, frustrated but he still drop the hits
Faithfully
Like Evan's book by the State you see
Not a regular dude, running with a regular crew
We dash different, dudes tryna scribe like me
My imaginary friends
They don't even like me..

[Hook] x2

[Verse Three]
Believe my words, murdered every song I've been on
Have you even heard any song that I've been on?
Did you pay attention? If yes, how much did it cost?
You want change back? How much time have you lost?
Difference in me and you, is that your head is too weak
Deep end of the pool ma niggas
Leg is too deep
All these shallow, how rappers wanna battle
There's no money in that, make dope songs n run with that
My track record, is like Carl Lewis being injected
With some of that eyes rolled back
But you should know that
I'm too cerebral
My words stab you, like Loons people
Talented as Mr. Ripley, all the while I'm that witty
Fuck off
This is Leg
Or maybe I should dumb it down
Cut off a chicken's head, and watch it run around
Rapper's don't like me cuz I'm RAW, better than them
And Rapper's don't like me cuz I'm more clever than them

[Hook] x2