Текст песни: Knuckles + перевод

Really been fighting depression

Really got blood on my knuckles

Really held on to the baggage, that’s just that wrong kind of muscle

Really was, really was throwing these tantrums

I grew up knowing how to rumble

But then I found you in the darkness

And I won’t put nothing above you, yo

Really been fighting depression

Really got blood on my knuckles

Really held on to the baggage, that’s just that wrong kind of muscle

Really was, really was throwing these tantrums

Grew up knowing how to rumble

But then I found you in the darkness

And I won’t put nothing above you, baggage

We need some trophies, hit 21, we need some trophies

I smoke by my lonely, this one of one

I don’t find home in your homies, see the hoe in your homies

I ain’t beefin' with blacks and latinos, we all gotta get it

We all tryna raise up the ceiling

We opened for Grandmaster Flash

That’s a 30-year difference, the dues are tremendous

I met you when 50 cents felt like a thousand dollars

Win a Nobel sippin' Mamajuana

Don’t tune to the Oscars, no time to give life to an ounce of drama

Momma, we need some trophies, hit 24

Post traumatic stress disorder, I go from war to war

Fight for the dream they white towel for 9-to-5's

We was breathin' but not alive

Since 10/06 I had a greater purpose

Might take to Hov to Sajoma for prayer circles

Put my Unc' with no English in Range Rovers

So the strife ain’t in vein, I been dying to change till this guy in a grave

I’ll be data searching

Put some God in the cadence

Yo I put my squad on a stage make you pay for murder

This the truth that make haters and labels nervous

This the grind make my peers and parents nervous

I ain’t shy no more bitch, this apparent working

Hit the Chi for this beat and still keep my soul clean in the East and the West

and the Dirty Dirty

Looked away while I struggled, that made me stronger

Knew Rad in the past, this the latest version, yo

I’m gon' get, got it

Get it get it for all my lil brothers with vision, yo

Really been fighting depression

Really got blood on my knuckles

Really held on to the baggage, that’s just that wrong kind of muscle

Really was, really was throwing these tantrums

I grew up knowing how to rumble

But then I found you in the darkness

And I won’t put nothing above you, yo

Bloody, bloody hands

I want beef, I want honey ham

When I’m at the Deli, bet I treat it like it’s Money Gram

I can teach you how to do the Tango or the Running Man

Come and get me but you better pray to God it doesn’t jam

Let’s paint it red, let’s paint it red

Wash it away, wash it away

Now that I’ve found you, I know I don’t care if I know if you’ll stay

Really got blood on my knuckles

I got a lot

I treat your moms like my moms and your name like my name and your rep like my

rep

I just went to a pawn-shop to trade in the fear and got paid with respect

Behind the back compliments, front to my face, you just made me a threat

If you cry to get credit for all you invested you’ll stay up in debt

NYNYNYNY representer

The flow like the year had an extra winter

If I dissed you my G I just meant to bless ya, yea

I use the music like anti-depressant

I don’t pop pills I sip truth with no chaser

Love you in person, you mad I ain’t textin'

I make some extra to share with my neighbors

All day, used to brush the J’s with the Colgate

Really treat the mission like a soulmate

I don’t treat the future like the old days

Cops would run up on me in my hallway, that’s all day

They smoking K2 all on Broadway

But I’m gon' get it, got it

Get it get it for my little brothers with the vision

They still golden

We need some shine

These waters frozen, frozen in time

I really, I really, I really, I really

I really talk to my demons

I really did what I promised

I really feel like a Phoenix

I really turn all the pain into solace

I took a walk on a beautiful beach

I saw ahead of me nothing but options

That was for once in my moment of peace

I felt the weight of the world on my conscience, baggage