Klipp Tal-Vidjo
Lirika
Smokin’ trees, I’m ridin’ ’round, come to my side of town
– Smokin’siġar, jien ridin”round, ejja fin-naħa tiegħi tal-belt
Lately, it’s been goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’ down
– Dan l-aħħar, kien goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’down
Come see how heavy it get, I done seen way too much stress as a jit
– Ejja nara kemm tqil, jien rajt wisq stress bħala jit
Death in this section was present, we preppin’ for war, so we feel like we better equipped
– Il-mewt f’din it-taqsima kienet preżenti, aħna nippreparaw għall – gwerra, allura nħossuna mgħammra aħjar
Brodie got demons he keep to his self, probably won’t ever know, ’cause he never gon’ snitch
– Brodie kiseb demonji li jżomm għalih innifsu, probabbilment qatt ma jkun jaf, ‘kawża li qatt ma jmur’snitch
Hella resentment from lettin’ it sit, I say, “I got him,” I’m never gon’ miss
– Hella riżentiment minn lettin “hija ipoġġu, ngħid, ” sibt lilu, “jien qatt ma gon” miss
I done put way too much prep into this, back on your bumper how I’m wreckin’ this bitch
– Jien għamilt wisq preparazzjoni f’dan, lura fuq il-bamper tiegħek kif jien relitt ” din il-kelba
I keep on talkin’ ’bout healin’ that’s never gon’ happen, you know that I’m steppin’ on shit
– Inżomm fuq talkin’bout healin’li qatt ma se jiġri, taf li jien steppin’fuq il-ħmieġ
I say the feelin’ I get from me killin’ a rapper just show me that Heaven exist
– Jien ngħid il-feelin’nikseb mingħandi killin’rapper urini biss li jeżisti S-Sema
Shootin’ ’til ain’t nothin’ left in the clip, shootin’ ’til I get respect in this bitch
– Shootin’til mhux xejn’jitħalla fil-klipp, shootin’sakemm nirċievi rispett f’din il-kelba
I might just go get a Tec in this bitch, I might just go at the ref in this bitch
– Nista’biss immur nikseb Tke f’din il-kelba, nista’mmur biss fir-referi f’din il-kelba
Guessing you think this shit new to me, huh? Guess you ain’t know what’s fuelin’ me, huh?
– Guessing taħseb li din il-ħmieġ ġdid għalija, huh? Aqta’li m’intix taf x’inhu fuelin’jien, huh?
I just had enemies shoot at me, tell me, just what could this industry do to me, huh?
– Kelli biss għedewwa jisparaw fuqi, għidli, x’tista’tagħmel lili din l-industrija, huh?
Helpin’ the hood and the homies and plus the community think that it’s two of me, huh?
– Helpin ” il-barnuża u l-homies u flimkien mal-komunità jaħsbu li huwa tnejn minni, huh?
Know where I go when it’s over, I run out of gas, they gon’ say that they through with me, huh? Aw, shit
– Kun af fejn immur meta jkun spiċċa, nispiċċa l-gass, imorru’jgħidu li jgħaddu miegħi, huh? Aw, shit
When all this shit gon’ get better? Bitches just fuckin’ whoever
– Meta dan kollu shit gon ” tikseb aħjar? Klieb nisa biss fuckin’min
Nigga just sayin’ whatever, niggas’ gon’ fold under pressure, honestly I ain’t no better
– Nigga biss jgħidu “tkun xi tkun, niggas” gon ” darbiet taħt pressjoni, onestament i mhux l-ebda aħjar
I had to hop out the hole and got cold as a shoulder, I turned my emotion into sweater
– Kelli noħroġ it-toqba u bdejt kiesaħ bħala spalla, biddilt l-emozzjoni tiegħi fi sweater
I had to garner the power to work on my soul, I ain’t tryna be broken forever
– Kelli niġbor is-setgħa li naħdem fuq ruħi, ma nippruvaxinkisser għal dejjem
I see the smoke, and start runnin’ into it, shawty you losin’ is so therapeutic
– Nara d-duħħan, u nibda runnin’fih, shawty int losin’hija tant terapewtika
I kinda think that you want it to happen, got put in a corner, you forced me to do it
– I kinda jaħsbu li inti tixtieq li dan iseħħ, ltqajna jitqiegħdu fil-kantuniera, inti sfurzati lili biex jagħmlu dan
You gotta tell me that bein’ a rapper is hangin’ with rappers, and I ain’t into it
– Għandek tgħidli li bein’rapper huwa hangin’mar-rappers, u jien ma nidħolx fih
I’m with the shit, and I’m ready to prove it, waitin’ on Marshall to say I can do it
– Jien bil-ħmieġ, u lest nipprovaha, stenna’Fuq Marshall biex ngħid li nista’nagħmel dan
This shit goin’ down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow—
– Din il-ħmieġ tinżel’l isfel, ‘l isfel, ‘l isfel, ‘l isfel, dow-dow-dow—
If I run out of fuel, I won’t
– Jekk nispiċċa l – fjuwil, mhux se
What the fuck y’all gon’ do if I don’t
– X’jagħmel il-mara jekk ma nagħmilx hekk
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow—)
– Tispiċċa l-fjuwil? (Isfel, ‘l isfel, ‘ l isfel, ‘l isfel, dow-dow-dow -)
That scares the fuck out of you (Look)
– Li jibża’l-mara minnek (Ara)
I was slept on and left for dead
– Jien kont norqod u tlaqt għall-mejtin
Sweat, wept, and bled for a game that barely kept me fed
– Għaraq, beka, u fsada għal logħba li bilkemm żammitni mitmugħa
Ain’t want the fame, just a spec of cred
– Ma tridx il – fama, biss speċi ta’kred
Nowadays I take a check instead
– Illum il ġurnata nieħu kontroll minflok
The pen been steps ahead
– Il pinna kienet passi’l quddiem
If you mention him, them boys wet the bed
– Jekk issemmih, huma subien imxarrba s-sodda
Get on a track with GRIP and get knocked out like yo’ daddy did
– Itlaq fuq korsa BIL-QABDA u aqbad bħalma għamilt daddy
Whatever Deebo said to Craig, we can go head to head
– Tkun xi Tkun Deebo qal Li Craig, nistgħu mmorru ras għal ras
Niggas play hard on the app
– Niggas jilagħbu iebes fuq l-app
At they mama crib hatin’ on bars in a rap
– Fil-presepju mama hatin’fuq bars f’rap
From niggas that still starve in the trap
– Minn niggas li għadhom imutu bil-ġuħ fin-nassa
Clap back and it’s, “GRIP, you’re takin’ it too far, just relax”
– Ċapċip lura u huwa, ” AQBAD, int teħodha’l bogħod wisq, sempliċement tirrilassa”
These words I discard on the wax
– Dawn il kliem narmi fuq ix xama
Shit deeper than the cars and the racks
– Shit aktar profonda mill-karozzi u l-ixkafef
The fashion and gas, so when a star interacts
– Il-moda u l-gass, allura meta stilla tinteraġixxi
Got the soul of a field nigga with scars on his back
– Ghandek ir ruħ ta’nigga tal għalqa b’ċikatriċi fuq dahru
So pardon me if part of me feel a itch to click
– Mela maħfra jekk parti minni tħoss ħakk biex tikklikkja
Pitch a fit, blitz a bitch, split ya shit
– Żift tajbin, blitz kelba, qasma ya shit
GRIP in the kitchen with instant grits
– QABDA fil-kċina bi żrar immedjat
Flick the wrist, they wish he’d miss, he’s six for six
– Aqbad il-polz, jixtiequ li jitlef, huwa sitta għal sitta
Go back through the discog’
– Mur lura mid-diskog’
It’s obvious I’m the godliest, yeah, I’m sonnin’ y’all
– Huwa ovvju li jien l-iktar alla, iva, jien sonnin’y’all
I took the summer off
– Neħħejt is sajf
Just to let them get they mumbles off about blocks that they ain’t spun at all
– Biss biex tħallihom jiksbu huma mumbles off dwar blokki li mhumiex mibrumin fil livelli kollha
The uninvolved underdog
– L-underdog mhux involut
Summoned from a drunken slumber to pummel y’all, but they don’t wanna brawl
– Imsejħa minn raqda fis-sakra għal pummel y’all, iżda ma jridux jitħabtu
This shit ain’t even fun no more
– Din il ħmieġ lanqas biss tieħu gost mhux aktar
I mean, don’t nobody wanna come outside
– Jiġifieri, ħadd ma jrid joħroġ barra
They like, “You should do a song with so and so
– Huma simili, ” għandek tagħmel kanzunetta ma’hekk u hekk
Or maybe such and such,” this shit done, I tried
– Jew forsi tali u tali, ” din il-ħmieġ saret, ippruvajt
They must not got it in their arsenal or metacarpal
– M’għandhomx jiksbuha fl armament jew fil metakarpal tagħhom
To pick the pen up and out-ink the man
– Biex tiġbor il-pinna u toħroġ-linka lir-raġel
Hm, but then again I’m partial
– Hm, imma mbagħad għal darb’oħra jien parzjali
It really took Marshall just for me to get a feature? Damn
– Huwa verament ħa Marshall biss għalija biex nikseb karatteristika? Kkritikat
I know rap’s what I started with
– Naf li rap huwa dak li bdejt bih
But when your target market’s lethargic to the bars you spit
– Imma meta s suq fil mira tiegħek ikun letarġiku għall vireg li bżiq
It’s harder to put your heart in it
– Huwa iktar diffiċli li tpoġġi qalbek fiha
But come too far to quit, now I’m on to guitars and shit
– Imma ejja wisq biex nieqaf, issa jien fuq il-kitarri u l-ħmieġ
So don’t find it jarrin’ if I switch the whole style up
– Mela ssibhiex jarrin’jekk naqleb l-istil kollu
Want the old GRIP? Go get the old album
– Trid IL-QABDA l-qadima? Mur ħu l-album il-qadim
Any genre, same outcome
– Kwalunkwe ġeneru, l-istess riżultat
I’m on that bitch with a stick like Malcolm
– Jien fuq dik il kelba bi stikka bħal Malcolm
Buck, buck, buck, buck
– Buck, buck, buck, buck
Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck
– Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck
If I run out of fuel, I won’t
– Jekk nispiċċa l – fjuwil, mhux se
What the fuck y’all gon’ do if I don’t
– X’jagħmel il-mara jekk ma nagħmilx hekk
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow—)
– Tispiċċa l-fjuwil? (Isfel, ‘l isfel, ‘ l isfel, ‘l isfel, dow-dow-dow -)
That scares the fuck out of you
– Li jibża’l-mara minnek
I was up to my waist in debt, better yet, face and neck, tryna chase a check
– Kont sa qaddi fid-dejn, aħjar, wiċċ u għonq, ipprova ġiri ċekk
Sweat, labor for minimal as wages get, just tryna get me a dub like a blank cassette (Yeah)
– Għaraq, xogħol għal minimu hekk kif il-pagi jiksbu, ipprova biss ġibni dub bħal kasett vojt (Iva)
I worked for peanuts ’til the day I met Dre and that gave me a little raise in net
– Ħdimt għall-karawett sal-ġurnata li ltqajt Ma’dre u li tatni ftit żieda fix-xibka
Now nothing is close to disgusting as what I grossed, so this must mean what I wrote makes me the
– Issa xejn huwa qrib disgusting kif dak I grossed, hekk dan għandu jfisser dak i kiteb jagħmel me l –
Illest rapper there is, was, or ever will be
– Illest rapper hemm, kien, jew qatt se jkun
That’s the real reason I still squeeze and I fill these bars with so much vitriol
– Dik hija r raġuni vera għadni għafas u nimla dawn il vireg b’tant vitriol
These voices in my head convince me, I bet that Ted Kaczynski’ll feel me
– Dawn il-vuċijiet f’rasi jikkonvinċuni, imħatri li ted Kaczynski se jħossni
‘Cause I serial-kill beats like Israel Keyes
– ‘kawża i serial-joqtlu taħbita bħal Iżrael Ċwievet
My peripheral sees everything, you was POVs to rap G-O-D
– Periferali tiegħi jara kollox, inti Kien POVs li rap G-O-D
From Little Caesars to filled arenas, I made it big, word to Lil’ Cease
– Miċ-Ċesari ċkejknin sal – areni mimlija, għamiltha kbira, kelma Lil’waqfien
“Fuel” remix, so who’ll be picked next, who’s name gonna be next up?
– “Karburant” remix, allura min se jinġabar wara, min jismu se jkun imiss?
Notorious B.I.G.’s death was the domino effects of 2Pac’s murder
– Il-mewt notorja Ta’b. I. G. kienet l-effetti domino tal-qtil ta’2Pac
Like facial tissue, whose clock should I clean next? Puff’s?
– Bħal tessut tal-wiċċ, li l-arloġġ għandi naddaf li jmiss? Puff’s?
‘Til he’s in police handcuffs, guilty, will he step up?
– ’til hu fil-manetti tal-pulizija, ħati, se jżid?
Like gee, never turned himself in, who knows all the murders they’ll pin
– Bħal gee, qatt ma dawwar lilu nnifsu, min jaf il-qtil kollu li se jwaħħlu
On me, next they’ll prepare for me to not choose none of my words carefully
– Fuqi, li jmiss huma ser jippreparaw għalija li ma jagħżlu l-ebda kliem tiegħi bir-reqqa
I’ve been comparable to Ivan The Terrible, I’ll take a paraplegic
– Jien kont komparabbli ma’ivan Il-Terribbli, nieħu parapleġiku
And I’ll slam his wheelchair on the cement at physical therapy treatment
– U jien ser slam siġġu tar-roti tiegħu fuq is-siment fit-trattament tat-terapija fiżika
Then laugh hysterically, these wimps are like Slim’s hair when he bleached it
– Imbagħad tidħaq isterikament, dawn il-wimps huma bħal xagħar Slim meta ibbliċjah
Y’all need to lighten up, I give a fuck, I don’t care in the least bit
– Int ser ikollok bżonn tħaffef, nagħti spalla, ma jimpurtanix mill-inqas
Kiss every square inch of my white rear end, I guarantee
– Kiss kull pulzier kwadru tat-tarf ta’wara abjad tiegħi, niggarantixxi
That my elevator’s stuck somewhere between two levels emcees won’t ever see
– Li l lift tiegħi mwaħħal x’imkien bejn żewġ livelli emcees qatt mhu se jara
I spit bars so barbarically, a fuckin’ parakeet wouldn’t dare repeat
– I bżiq bars hekk barbarikament, parakeet fuckin ” ma dare jirrepetu
I’ll never be runnin’ out of steam or kerosene
– Qatt ma nkun runnin’barra mill-fwar jew mill-pitrolju
If I run out of fuel, I won’t
– Jekk nispiċċa l – fjuwil, mhux se
What the fuck y’all gon’ do if I don’t
– X’jagħmel il-mara jekk ma nagħmilx hekk
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow—)
– Tispiċċa l-fjuwil? (Isfel, ‘l isfel, ‘ l isfel, ‘l isfel, dow-dow-dow -)
That scares the fuck out of you
– Li jibża’l-mara minnek
