Текст песни: The Root of Sole + перевод

— You're a dreamer. Too much money is bad for dreamers

— So he tried to pay me in flattery, telling me that I am a dreamer.

Well, I do dream. Dreams that could never guess

— You're nerves are fried, doc. Now calm down, get a grip on yourself.

You’ve been working too hard on your formula

— Formula… That's but child’s play for great scientists. You’re brain is too

feeble to conceive what I accomplished in the name of science

— You've made some great scientific discovery. What is it?

— When you find out, it’ll be too late for you

— Oh come, doc. You can’t pretend to control a man’s destiny

— I've already proved it

I was a youngin', pants under the waist, tryna locate

Who I really am, comin' of age, stuck in the maze

Start a, tryna progress

Meditated with the flow to demonstrate who the best

But y’all don’t feel me

I came up, never change up

But everyone else chasing the fame to get there chains up

I’m tryna live on like 47 acres

Niggas study me, but my business ain’t there major, I cut classics

Still at the top of class, school of hard knocks, I passed it

Everlasted, never understood your failure

In the reservoir, my dogs we all gods

They say we go to Heaven, Hell knocking on my door

I raise up with the razor, Funk 50 the Devil

From his horns to his jaw

We sound the trumpet off even near death

You’re near death, pussy-killer, never fear breasts

I ear wreck like a stand-up nigga, I am

You keep the record spinning so you still, my fan

I steer with the whip, but still shot, give 'em tints for fun

But don’t stare at the son nigga, my time’s begun

They took a daylight saving, over Corleone

Never ever reach a playlist, nigga, I must’ve made it

'Cause if you really hate then I’m doing something greater

I spit with my team so the cheese meet the greater

Too much money is bad for dreamers

Dreaming of something new?

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