Текст песни Seven Digits (Dot Demo) с переводом

I know I been sinnin'

But as long as I forgive me, I can’t care about opinions

We used to be so timid, thinkin' talent’s all we needed

Never seen a doctor perform surgery while he sneezing

I been hustlin' since phone numbers was seven digits

Used to smoke greens and talk multi-million visions

Seen my brother break down in tears on Brownsville benches

Buddha position, seeing inside me, that’s just forensics

I been hustlin' since phone numbers was seven digits

Projects ain’t have no chimneys so Santa would never visit

Usually it’s harder to start than it is to finish

I promise this time next year, daddy, it’s straight Benzes

And I don’t mean to make the goal sound materialistic

But they raised us pessimistic, they need comfort cause they quit

At ten years old I used to carry rocks to fight the witches

Had a chip on my shoulder but now we just championshippin'

When your heart speak to you clearly don’t ask permission

Sometimes to build an airport you burn bridges

Puffin' shisha, open to knowing things I ain’t learn yet

The top is walking distance, you just scared to take the first step

Skippin' up and down, can’t pause the pain with a party

Got cousins still brushing their teeth with the soap for they body

Got cousins that gotta shower when the rainstorm comes

Inherited my place in the game like the landlord’s son

It’s hard to look on the bright side

When the dark side’s the bright side

I’m gon' blow with the word of God and the WiFi

Spit that elephant in the room shit

That 90% of the people I believe in don’t really do shit

Make moves, don’t make excuses

You took 'shrooms, and saw the future

An hour train ride to kick it to ya

Can’t pray with a time limit

We all got our wars, I just learned how to rhyme with it

If it’s good then Jah did it

I been hustlin' since phone numbers was seven digits

Ahh-ahh (It's true)

Ooh-ooh

Hustle out here, hustle out here, hustle out here

Hustlin', been hustlin', I’ve been hustlin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I been hustlin' since phone numbers was seven digits

Can’t keep callin' women bitches, got a little sister

The devil got you sick and I’m spittin' that disinfectant

Foreshadow my future, it’s ironic, I see all light

Rock a beanie the whole summer, your heart give me frost bites

Even when your trust went left field I knew I’d be alright

Mom was gettin' robbed since phones came with extensions

You tried to David Blaine my chain in a millisecond

Still ain’t go get a weapon, bitch, I got forgiveness

You pulled that move on Christmas, I see the intentions

New LP poppin' like it’s hired loss preventions

Found out I’m the chosen

One, I always steal the show but can’t discount the focus, bro

Sold my soul to faith, motherfucker

I been broke but I won’t break, motherfucker

I know Jesus ain’t Aryan

I know I ain’t scared no more, that’s why they scared of 'em

I was the kid who couldn’t spend a hundred on the Nike Airs

So I’d cop the bootleg Uptowns, the all-white pair

My songs used for DNA tracing

I know I can make it cause they made it

MTA was our vacations, replay bliss as my safe haven

Got love from the tastemakers

Started starting, stopped blaming and complaining

Stopped lying 'bout gun-waving

Realized I was me and became famous

Buy the White House for my youngins so shows like a fundraiser

I could give a single double to the hundredth power fuck about the clothes you

rock

Or who ho you got

'Cause I been, I been hustling since phone numbers was seven digits

Hustle now, ayy

Hustle now, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy

Hustle now, ayy, ayy

Hustle now, ayy, ayy

Hustle now, ayy, ayy

Hustle now, ayy

Now, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy

Hustle now, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy

Hustle now, ayy

Ayy, look, I been hustlin'

Lately been questioning blessings, can’t tell which one’s a curse

Can’t tell me nothing indulged in the pleasures of this Earth

Through desperate measures we endeavor

Six feet in the dirt, doubling up on worth

Feel the devils pressure going to work on my premature hearse

Then hit my brother from another mother

Because his mother ditched the fam and left him with his brother

I’ll never say I understand, just help him over compensate on ways to

concentrate

The conscious state of mind that’s gonna help us become a man

The golden plan of preparation failed

Still I got faith, but is it safe to say we safe from Hell?

He’ll never learn until intended bullets burn an the reaper sneaks in a turn

Blood leaking to his sneakers put «Fresh to Death» on his urn

In debt in the depths of fire where every step there’s concern

We down to kill for hire as long as them checks is firm

You preaching to the choir if talkin' 'bout lessons learned

Godly essence all thru my presence

Still questioning all these blessing I’ve earned

Self inflicted, ghetto born sadistic

The kettles on, trouble’s brewing plus I water whipped it

He dropped a yard in the pot came back three more digits

The stove is hot, but the cold is frigid

Peace to the G’s six-deep, died for the cause

Tough lost pour the OE an visit

I’m used to MetroCards but now we using metaphysics

My metaphors embody how you probably really living

An if it don’t you probably ain’t living, just wasting time

But I’ve been hustling since phone numbers was seven digits

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I been hustlin' since phone numbers— Look, ayy