Lincoln Price - Make Real [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The first thing I think when I wake up is how I’m bout to get my cake up
Money’s only real when you make some
It ain’t my fault you hating, don’t you try to hold me down
But y’all can keep talking, I’mma walk it out, walk it out (ha!)
You a bitch homie I’m calling you out
Grown ass man with Sandusky balls in your mouth (ho!)
Wanna take you by the shoulders and shake you
Wake the fuck up, your old friends all of em hate you (Fake ass…)
I can’t stand these fake ass dudes
A Falcon Punch to the mouth is sounding way past due
When there’s bitches around, you trying hard to impress
But being thirsty ain’t going to get her wet so I suggest
That you quit with all that ho shit you doing for attention
To paraphrase Pac, I mean a lot of dudes bitches
They only happy for you until you out-earn 'em
So I’mma burn em, toss ashes, no urn and…
Nah it’s cool, believe me I don’t need you
I'mma sit back and laugh while your barely squeak through
Now you crawling right back on a self-induced curfew
Look dude I’m from Lancaster, I will murk you
Now you yelling like fuck me, but really you love me
I’m the hottest topic, and ya’ll can’t get enough of me
You’ll never sit where I sit, I only operate
On loyalty alone, you work a couple of face
I mean we used to be close, shit we used to be friends
Now all I wanna do is blow and watch you float in the wind (BLAT)
Matter fact I will rape you, take everything and spend it
Sitting ducks are sitting bills I’mma trying to get me a benz
Now he wanna diss back like the fake Slim Shady
But these rappers ain’t sick, nah they just dehydrated
I floss in a new whip, you floss with a toothpick
But money just a byproduct of doing what you supposed to shit
Who peeping in my window, jealous?
I ain’t gotta say shit, I let Soulja Boy Tell 'Em (you!)
I literally came out of nowhere to show up
7 billion wannabe millionaires hold up (hold up)
So fuck what you want me to know
I give a fuck like Greek row kids that’s screaming out "yolo"
But I ain’t like my latitude, so I had to fix it
I make the beat, spit the verse, the engineer can mix it
And, to all my folks, hope you prosper in life
And that "Squares Out Your Circle" been some real good advice
Real women ain’t concerned what this fool said
You be lying to these ratchets like sleeping in a tool shed
Rolled up with one and one-upped 'em
But I can’t tell if it’s my ego or my talent yelling “fuck em”
Really I just said this to vent
Make real, channel positive, leave negative shit