Mr. Vegas Rap - Salt [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I came from the ground, not sane at all
Paid for the crown with a grain of salt
I made my mark in this game and i reign when the game is gone
Yall say my songs
Are cold with the flow but im hot as the devil
They may have more fame but they not on my level
Okay you have came from the bottom in ghettos
Im white, upper class with pill bottles to sell tho
Rapist and satanist vegas is well known
But they dont know a 10th of what i went through to get here
God only knows if ill be here by next year
Did this all just for the respect yeaaaah
And i dont really wanna have to be this way
But im changin the game when i leave this place
I need this hate
They say im too salty to taste
Everything i said ill never take it back
But theres way too much hate in rap
I needa draw myself away from what is causing all my pain
I look alive, im dead inside
What more you want? i said ive tried
And i still build from the bottom up
And you still ain't skilled its a lotta luck
I had a dream, im tryna make it happen
Cause ain't shit around me that makes me happy
Except this music
Check the fuses
Cause im about to blow im the best to do this
Bitch better gimme good neck than deuces
Only necklace ill set around your neck is nooses
Truth is
Living in hell has me dying for this
Abused for this music im trying to spit
I take a downer to get me up but
Even when im high, im down, it sucks
Ive found that im stuck
Wish i could move around but fuck
Im
Either depressed
Or pissed off and its hard cause its eatin my chest
And im tired of feeling like nothing
Im taking this pill and then rising above it
Im tired of liars with wires so fuck this
Had enough of this and now im pissed the f off
This the last straw
Rapping is a curse and is isnt worth it
Yes i worked my ass off
Im running out of vowels, out of words to rap dog
8 billion people, dont one help me
The way im feeling is unhealthy
ATGE is the recipe
I rep that shit to the death of me
I take my pain my destiny
A professional pessimist left to bleed
Progressively taking lives
Nationwide
In All States vegs makes em die
Im serious, id hate to lie
Ain't nobody as great as i
Won't hide my pride in a fake disguise
No inbetweens, better take a side
Amo mi grupo ; la famila
Yall get popped if you not familiar
Shoot a few cops got a Glock ta kill ya
Will ya
Put your glasses up in a sea of haters
Ain't no peso piece of paper
Fake mediatiors, they keep the waiters
Ain't no buffet but i need a cater
I ain't no topic to be debated
I came to the bay with a team of gators
This ain't a game or phase freeze the fader
This no remorse and ill see ya later