Papoose - Fruits of Labor [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Papoose]
I hope everybody's enjoying their mathematics
Cause you can bet your bottom dollar I'm enjoying mine
I ain't a gamblin' man but...
It's always heads I win, tails you lose (heh heh heh)
Fruits of Labor

[Verse 1: Papoose]
You thought I was behind you, I'm clever, you dumb
Hey there, lookin' for me? I'm ahead of you son
How I'm lookin' out there? Incredible, huh?
I'm turning down record deals, you begging for one
Sometimes I talk to myself, like, "Nigga you slung
All this crack now it's rap instead of them jums
You was on them mixtapes with several bums
Every one of them fell off, except for you son
They say it was a competition, you better then them
I ain't a rocket scientist, but I'm guessing you won"
Producers go get a sample, and a few drums
And say they want $50,000; where the hell is you from?
Mars, Jupiter, Neptune, wherever you from
I'm from a place called Earth, and we deadin' you son
Magazines say, "Did you ever sell a few guns?
None of your goddamn business, that's federal son

[Hook 1: Rell (Papoose)]
I got a heart rock-solid, money I'm 'bout it
Streets is the place where I got it (Yeah)
(1 for the knowledge, 2 get your paper
I'm just enjoying the Fruits of my Labor)

Now you can talk all you wanna, but when I run up
You gon' wish you ain't said nothing (Yeah)
(1 for the knowledge, 2 get your paper
I'm just enjoying the Fruits of my Labor)

[Verse 2: Papoose]
What up Big Apple? It's Papoose, pardon my manners
Your lady friends love me, I got 'em going bananas
Watermelon head niggas scheming to take mine
Just a little something that I heard through the grapevine
Always knew that I would get it in time
I took the bitter with the sweet, like lemon and lime
Smoke the strawberry haze, the truth with the flavors
I'm just enjoying the Fruits of my Labor
I can walk in the jewelry store and walk out icy
And make a nigga kill you if you say you don't like me
Cop a brand new car, just offa my respect
I can send you to get a bird by calling my connect
Your girl got struck by stars, she's starstruck
If I tell her to jump off a roof she gon' jump
And I ain't even bragging, I'm just being truthful
A wise man said be fruitful

[Hook 2: Rell (Papoose)]
I got a heart rock-solid, money I'm 'bout it
Streets is the place where I got it (Yeah)
(3 -- understanding, 4 cause we major
I'm just enjoying the Fruits of my Labor)

Now you can talk all you wanna, but when I run up
You gon' wish you ain't said nothing (Yeah)
(3 -- understanding, 4 cause we major
I'm just enjoying the Fruits of my Labor)

[Verse 3: Papoose]
I make the color red fly like a bird
I make the color blue fly like a bird
I make the color green fly too; who you think you tryin' sucka?
Niggas wanna test me but I pass with flying colors
I could tell this gon' be an exciting summer
Follow little man, we got each other
Nine outta ten don't make it, those harsh statistics
I brought a ten-man team, unmark them digits
Cause I knocked on the door, they ignored my entrance
I kicked it off the hinges
Everybody love that saying: "What goes around, comes around"
What's y'all intentions?
The reason y'all feel that way, cause y'all vindictive
If only God could judge, and y'all some Christians
You just contradicted
Cause whenever my Judgement Day come, I'mma sit down with God and kick it
We all gotta go with judgement like a parking ticket

[Hook 3: Rell (Papoose)]
I got a heart rock-solid, money I'm 'bout it
Streets is the place where I got it (Yeah)
(5 for the power, 6 I'm you're savior
I'm just enjoying the Fruits of my Labor)

Now you can talk all you wanna, but when I run up
You gon' wish you ain't said nothing (Yeah)
(5 for the power, 6 I'm you're savior
I'm just enjoying the Fruits of my Labor)

[Hook 4: Rell (Papoose)]
I got a heart rock-solid, money I'm 'bout it
Streets is the place where I got it (Yeah)
(7 for the God, ain't none greater
Enjoy your mathematics -- Fruits of Labor)

Now you can talk all you wanna, but when I run up
You gon' wish you ain't said nothing (Yeah)
(7 for the God, ain't none greater
Enjoy your mathematics -- Fruits of Labor)