Michael Aristotle - No Thanks (Intro) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

*a snippet of "what tomorrow may hold* (mikey's last album) plays before stopping and transitioning to the thanksfornothing intro*
*dre biggz (east chain rep) talks shit to the audience*

Verse 1-
Im guessing heartbreakin is the new thing
A motto that my crew sings
Im on my newest flows im so apollo wit my boo things
Ridin down panola wit' a bitch that think im bout to make it
She dont care about me
She just cares if i'll be famous
I mean thats life, u know the game dont trip just tie ya' laces
U lose yourself until u find yourself amazing graces
Im in a generation, of social media takin over a nameless nation, now i sound like im preaching
Maybe these raps are boring
Maybe u jus can't understand it to u this shit is foreign
Rosetta stone me, im jus tryna' get my paper good
Shoutout to my brother wara from the neighbahood
He killin shit
He school me to da game, his meetings and every thing he thought was wack
Schooled me and put the lawn chair in the middle of the culdesac
Worrd
Learning shit nigga im still improving
Ain't doin shit that u used to, or what u still approving
Im still eastside, thats where we makin moves on
East chain tell a nigga put it on my tombstone
Me and wili like snoop and dre back in 93'
Criticize us, but niggas thats local, they idolize we
But you'll never hear it over they breath
I'm floatin up the stairs they busy trippin' over they steps
Clean out ya ears, listen to ya peers, nigga know where u tryna go
Ain't holdin back a message, im busy pushing the envelope
But when u make it big they gon copy u, thats what i should know
You'll prolly see a 100 me's like a kaleidoscope
Dont give a fuck about u rappers or ya publications
Dont give a fuck if i ain't the topic of ya conversations
Cause other than me then u ain't talking bout' shit
Always printing out a list bout these niggas that dont exist
Put me in the game and none of these rappers could co-exist
The same people that slit u would try to sow back ya wrist
I jus keep my distance, i stay in my circle, bedtime for u niggas, i hope u make curfew
Fucking wit michael, boy dont make me hurt you, thats badluck for yo' luck, thats 10 years i curse you
Woah
Still saying shit they didn't know, turn on me then and fuck wit me now i swear they pitiful
And if i sound bitter , suck a dick till ya hiccup
Pick up the phone when u receive a call from a real nigga im here

*transition*

Verse 2-
When them hearts be cold
And u ease ya' soul
And u relax ya mind
Nigga breathe control
People balance out they problems
When that weed exposed
But if u bottle them up, it makes u seem emo
This is therapy and i dont even mean kemo
Its my way, no carlito, my mind blast think torpedos
Criticized im sick and tired of these feelings, they call u soft wen u revealing like short speedos
She wonder why i rap bitter, but left a nigga on his last for one of her x-men, magneto
And wether my confession sales or im the best to fail
The pressure make me hide my face like stefon from snl
Can't breathe, aesmatic, ya'll all path-etic
Too concencered bout ya' image yall niggas ass-thetic
Get ya goals, go for it, low score, bad credit
Getting brain like i'm in school tryna get my last credit
Watch the kid, ya' can't afford a nany, too young can't afford a family
But i'm meeting girls, tap em on the floor like orphan annie
Dont wanna become a father off of those assorted panties
Shit will have me chefin in the kitchen like im gordan ramsey
Either way i swear im bound to be gold, records bound to be sold, your truth is hard to behold
If u doubted on me before, and said u better, thanks for bluffing
Thanks for nothing now im bout to turn that nothing into something, uh

(Palomino)
It ain't nithing like that 404, 404, 404................