One Day - To the Beat [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 Nick Lupi]
We steady rock for the lost causes
That flock, like what you got for us
Set it off like we got orders
Now we tryna take the show across borders
Lock up your scotch and your daughters
Shit on my off days, I could mop the floor
With most y'all so-called hot shot performers
You think you god's gift, you can walk on water
A tall glass of water, what the doc ordered
I used to think I was a baller
What a shot caller
I would hit it, then not call her
Take a look at what that got for ya
Just to learn, locking down a good girl, that's a tall order
You ain't good enough, not for her
You a spin bowler, in the top order
That clear enough for ya?
That mean you outta your league
And what I speak get em out of their seats
And the beats keep on pounding when you out in the streets
You feel it down to your feet
Doubters can get down on their knees
Man it's sweet, we out here for keeps, and for freaks
And for the music you can feel real deep
Know what I mean?

[Hook Solo]
Used to scheme how to break through to the beat
Now the whole team make moves to the beat
Could never do what we do to the beat
We pay dues stay true to the beat
Mo fire add fuel to the beat
So you better play it cool to the beat
Cos their ain't no rules to the beat
Cept we don't suffer fools to the beat
True indeed

[Verse 2 Joyride & Jimmy Nice]
No six pack but I been strong
They call me the King Kong of sing song
Cos any track that Joyride been on
Turns rappers' careers to black
Like windows with the tint on
While your girl's hitting on these white balls like it's ping pong
That Ai Fukahara steez
While you sleeping cheap knock-offs like you Balinese
So I'm gonna have to ask you to pardon these nuts
While I put my team up

Well it seems One Day got the scene sussed

And Y'all just seem suss

And plus, we make it look easy bruz
Y'all ain't fucking with us
Just lay back and chill, here's some real shit for ya
Still I shot to kill when that real paranoia get into ya
Do you reckon I'd ever come in second when
One any given record I crimininally wreck it, record deals
Helped you afford those chrome wheels
But nobody in your ride knows how that drive feels
If you walk a mile in mine for real
You tryna escape a bushfire in higher heels
Ask yehiel if his homie's been a live wire
Tryna climb skies higher than the ones that I admire
Your memory is random access, my memoirs be classic
Best bars on both hemispheres
Relax kid my team got it from here
And the next year, then next year, then next year

[Hook]

[Verse 3 Kai]
Find me listening to Santana, with my bad bitch
In Atlanta, talking my shit, oh grandma
I hope you wouldn't mind my bad manners
But my dilemma, is we all addicted to that glamour
I came to get it motherfucker, did I stammer?
So get back in line lil amateur
It's that time, yeah it's that time
Oh is that the game? well I think that's mine
Better wind back the clocks if you want shit on rap time
Cause the future looking brighter than a fucking bat sign
Give it back? Nein, no never, I'm so clever
No hablo, but I'ma push it like Pablo
Take a sip of agua, not trying to be aggro
You just gotta know I'm on a higher plateau
I'm down at Better Daze getting blazed with Raph though
Cook up a classic in an hour flat
Long as the clique bounce, man I'm proud of that
Cause who else we do it for?
I'm just trying to make you feel okay
Cause I know how strange these days be
And when you come around my way
You talk about how your life got crazy
But we gon work it out one day

[Hook]