Lil Chuckee - Get Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro:]
Time, Time ain't waiting on no one on no one
This is slow right
Where i'm going
I don't know where that go
But I am gonna’ show them
They ain't gon’ forget our names
They gon’ know us
Bu=oy you're lucky you ain't go through nothing
I still have niggas tryna run in my house
I still had to look around when I went out
But I coulda been robbing
I coulda been stealing
But my interest ambitious got me living much different

[Verse 1:]
You asleep?
You up huh?
Seems like you wanna focus when niggas passin blunts
And I ain't getting on your ass
But we getting all this funk my nigga
Gas ain't cheap ain't nobody chauffeuring us
That nigga in line, on that nigga
But that nigga getting cheques
In two minutes ima call you back
Stacking up now you mad at Chuck, for what?
He busy chasing paper
That's your ass lacking bruh
And I mean, some of us want it
Well, all of us want it
But some think the sky gon’ turn diamond in the morning
And I don't see how you dream about the
Life and the benefits when you
Know you got the talent to go out and do the shit
But you chose not, yea you fuckin chose not
Get off your, ass get fat
Get off your ass, go out
Roll a blunt now blow it out
I know that it's a long route
But make sure they remember you
But if you have to show out

[Chorus:]
I know you down on your ass
But my nigga get right
Specialize on the side just to help you get right
I mean it should be worse
It used to be worse
It coulda been a body lying up in that hearse
So get up nigga, don't sit on your ass
Get up nigga go and get this cash
Get up, Get up nigga go perfect your craft
Get up, because they ain't gon’ give it to you
They ain't gon give it to you

[Verse 2:]
Pre-judgement of my image
Guess it's cuss the dreads
He too wild we can't control him
That's what they said
Now tell the truth man
Was it just too real
And a feel to sell your soul for a fucking record deal
And they always say look up when you search
My grandmama told me I better see you in church
So (Sunday morning) grab the bible
(Where it was) Next to the rifle
Lord forgive me for all this damage I'm doing
That [?] running through me
My motives they are still approved
And the way I'm living you'll probably would think it's vicious
Cause TV got you delirious
I hope you know that this turned out
Cause i'm serious, we ain't playing
Working, still busting our ass
Who slayering
All that lazy shit ain't ok with me
You got your arms and your legs
Bitch don't play with me

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Don't let nobody tell you what you can or what you can't do
Boy go get what's yours you heard me
Uh huh, make sure that they know
Can't afford to stop I gotta do this shit for KO
Its called self motivation man
Don't wait on nobody to tell you what you can do or what you can't
You control your future boy
Get Up, Get up