Raz Law - Never [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Raz]
Never been the nigga who gone fake it 'til I make it
I'd rather be the one to hustle hard 'til take it
Never fronted on the women I've laid down
Been real, ask the people I stay round
Lyrically I'm taking selfies all up on the beat
Charging niggas for the paper no receipt
Shit I gotta eat
Trying to find the other side where the grass is green
Can't decide between...
(Ugh what's your names again)
Watching niggas moving weight just to get money
Young and dumb, just a scrub
Couldn't wait to get money
But even a young buck
Contemplating such and such
Always had dreams, never been the type to give em up
My words shoot through your closed mind open up
First round knock em out Tys type opener
I'm getting busy these niggas is idle pawns
Snakes in the grass guess I got to mow the lawn
I ain't fucking up my kicks
So I stay from round the bullshit
Killing haters 'fore they born nigga that's abortion
Keep it funky being fake is too hard
I rather kick back and spit it game at your broad
What's up..

[Verse: 2]
I'm a beast
Hands down
You can get euthanized dawg better stand down
I'm with the illest crew
Homie we'll diminish you
See you been a bitch at heart, nigga that's your inner truth
Proof is in the pudding, spooned your bitch hope you get the scoop
Ya girl been a ho truth be told think I'm helping you
Never been a fool
Fall for tricks shit I didn't do
Had me slipping back in '06 yeah, middle school
Dropping jewels man I hope you dig 'em out
Nevermind the price this one's on the house


[Verse 3: LoMd]
Y’all living for the gimmicks never been that
My syntax led me to tracks
To progress with my intellect
My inner sense won’t let me rest
And ever since I announced the date
“Are you finished yet” is all I ever get along, with umm...
“Himie won’t you write me a song” - Are you kidding man?
When’s the last time you ever listened yeah
It’s frustrating in the basement when your city ain’t trying to give you a chance
Never been the cat to get outdone on beats
Uh-oh Freeman's floating in
Infinite forces forcing flipping phonies to fold their hand
Handling hip-hop with the handles of Iverson
I’ve been fed up with label cats trying to hold us in
I’m an artisan with the side hustle of arsonist
Ain’t no point in jawing with these plankton that’s been targeting
The armor that I’m garnishing, pardon this
If you like beef
I’m cool with Sparkz and Hicks
Jordan probably on the tape, that’s who I’m marching with
Never been one for partying
Trying to turn my pages into paper, then smile in the faces of the fakest friends
Like hold up what’s your name again
'Cus you sure didn't know mine when I was laboring
Forreal...