Wordplay - Everything I Am [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus 1]
Damn. Here we go again
Growing up incognito, now look you my fan
And everything I’m not made me everything I am
Damn. Here we go again
Staying sober and not waking up in a random inn
And everything I’m not made me everything I am

[Verse 1]
Yeah I’m dark as hell, call me charcoal
Because of that I’ll heat the track up and you’re the opposite of cold
You’re South Pole, no bitches coming to your store
I get bitches like I’m Dr. Check Your Hole
Woah. This beat laid back like a chiropractor’s patient
And by the way, your bitch be faking it
She want a real grown man’s dick, so she calls me up
And I smashed it. And I bashed it
But damn, after all this gigolo shit. I want a real girl, no Pinocchio shit
Shit I had a good one, a perfect one but she was on that complete Spanish bullshit
So I said

[Chorus 2]
Damn. Here we go again
Tonio gets underestimated again
And everything I’m not made me everything I am
Damn. Here we go again
Approached the wheel of fortune so I had to take a spin
And everything I’m not made me everything I am

[Verse 2]
Niggas always tell me, “nigga you too short, wait till you become a man”
Then I jump over their head like a joke they ain’t understand
Damn I miss my nigga Cheesy
Y’all would never understand
Look, I may not be the sexiest muthafucka
Or the richest muthafucka
But when you’re with this muthafucka
You gon wish that you never had another
People’s bullshit always around me, that’s why I keep a pooper-scooper
Then go ham on a beat by Lex Luger
Y’all gon say damn, Word Play is super-duper
And for hip-hop, I’m Alex Smith, aka the future

[Chorus 3]
Damn. Here we go again
Never lived in the city, I’m a county-brownie fam
And everything I’m not made me everything I am
Damn. Here we go again
A nigga still single like a one-dollar bill
And everything I’m not made me everything I am

[Verse 3]
All my clothes are fitted since no one else is close to me
I want someone who loves me for me and not because of my tree
But my mixtape on my birthday and I’ll waive the fee
And my skills is wide like a porn star’s pussy
I’m not a real gangsta, or a real Blood
But I’ll still fuck you up if you call me “cuz”
You don’t know my life, so don’t prejudge—
Me, or I’ll hit your ass, like Barrett Ruud
I love a girl with ass, but I don’t brown nose
I use to rob virginities like a nigga rob stores
I stopped ‘cause I want a real girl like Tori, she knows
By the way, I don’t fuck with rakes, shovels, and especially no fakes hoes

[Chorus 4]
Damn. Here we go again
Chilling with my LDV niggas they like fam
And everything I’m not made me everything I am
Damn. Here we go again
People talking shit, but when the shit hits the fan
And everything I’m not made me everything I am