Текст песни I Don't Get Tired (#IDGT) (Kevin Gates) с переводом

To some that’s amazing and that mean a lot

When others be sleeping I scheme and I plot

I don’t get tired I get mine round the clock

It’s this or it’s nothing if this all I got

Sound loud, I ain’t going deaf

Two shows and a mike check

Truth coming through jokes now

Woadie gave himself a nice check

Crackin up when I said Dwight

Dwight who I mean Dwight where

The white around your lips (laughs)

Hold up, come again, yeah Mike Epps

In my business, but you’re really not

Not like them I’m sorry

I don’t keep goons in the army

See the jakes, she ain’t even warn me

I could speak game when I’m talkin'

I could peak game when performin'

With the pound game I’m performin'

Back to Yo Gotti for his mixtape

I was trying to see if I could trip tape

Tip album had dropped then

And if you try to play me up the thing

Make it bang A-S-A-P

Still tell my momma sorry

Man I miss you swear to god

Bae we in this shit together

Man I know this shit been hard

How we did it broke my wrist

And then remix that other part

Born in the eighties I’m a crack baby

Epidemic way it got me livin'

Waking up like I’m in penitentiary

On the phone man you know I miss you

You was supposed to be around with me

Now your voice don’t even sound different

Wait Free Sprite Free Arsi

Audi 88 wait bout it

A lot of old girlfriends called me

Wait wait wait bae ballin

Entrepreneur and a college student

Wait Dreka chill bae I’mma do it

Brown skinned chick at the dealership

She cool cool cool people

Me and Jim Jones on the phone

Vampire tooth, fool chew people

Day walkers don’t get tired

about the fish fry

Still tearin up my insides

Sunshine beat me inside

FEE! I gotta FEE! I gotta FEE!

Would you believe?

Ain’t scared of Kendrick Lamar

Boy mindframe with the art

Boy must have read art of war

Said he was King of New York

Had the rap game in awe

Heard the comebacks like nawh

I’m not about to agree with that

Because no that’s not raw

Call me crazy you brainwashed

You don’t know how much a thing cost

Caring less what a chain cost

Say how much the whole train cost?

Man I wish I had a big dog

Hold up wait, I’m is the big dog

I’mma pull up in my chick car

Bend to bend then I switch cars

Move through like I’m Harold

Never talk just action

Streets say they try to jack em

Rell let somebody have it

I’m caring less about what happened

When Reedy fell I was back in

Went and got em both by the box

I don’t get tired at the same time

Me and Tazz go to Blip, Maine and glocked I was on the same line

Me, Nut, Dre and Timmy got shipped at the same time

Satellite cams at detention centers

I was going hard with the coffee

CP Brandon Oxford

Gunna game with the boxin

Still accustomed to the boxers

On the iron bed in your boxers

Beany Seagal he a monster

Got me saying I’mma die about it

Shot twice in and out of jail

With a broke leg I ain’t lie about it

Missed call shy Glizzy wait

Text back «Get wit me, Gates.»

Call bring bond money

Highspeed chase on the interstate

While she was pregnant with Khaza

Went back to jail in Chicago

Cook County on a level 4

Laid back but I’m a dog though

Me and Woadie, he from Detroit

We were sellers in Chicago

Bond revoked on a violation

Back to jail in Chicago

Transited back to Baton Rouge

Had an active warrant and parole-hold

Ask Chauncey I went to jail

When they stopped the car

Never told on him

Praying everything get dismissed

«Kevin, focus on your career.»

«Woadie, hold up them my head phones

And that Trap or Die, that’s my disc.»

Had to look at life through a fence

Contact visit, just a kiss

Told my lady she was beautiful

If they wasn’t looking I’d rip

She’d giggle, I’mma cop a feel

But I really want her from the rear

Everybody so tough now

I guess being you don’t appeal

Welcome home, Lee Lucas

Coming home on appeal

Lawyer lied four years straight

Daughter birthday came again

My precious, my protection

I don’t get tired I’m a weapon

Told Nook it was game time

Only this time it’s a blessing

School called, got accepted

I ain’t selling nothing but a message

School called, got accepted

I ain’t selling nothing but a message

Let down after let down after let down

After let down after setback after setback

Had another door shut in my face

Feel like giving up but how much can I take

Compare me to them

But they nothing like Gates

Just being honest but «what did he say?»

Some try to keep up with the grind but they can’t

Talk to my children try to be a great example

Work ethic, who they taking after?

Still work hard at whatever job

Just a stepping stone to the top

Learning from every time you ever flop

Got the mentality don’t ever stop

Pick yourself up give it all that you got

Nobody place me in places I’m station

To some that’s amazing and that mean a lot

To some that’s amazing and that mean a lot

I don’t get tired I get mine round the clock

When others be sleeping I scheme and I plot

It’s this or it’s nothing if this all I got

It’s this or it’s nothing if this all I got

Message, you heard me

Man I be feeling like I got away with crimes sometime

You know I soaked up game, but I try to stay away from

The clowns you heard me, you know I ain’t got time, ya heard me

I don’t want to hear no war stories, ya heard me

I don’t care you know how many people you done killed, ya heard me

Rest in peace to Nussie, man

I done killed more people than the fake rappers, ya heard me