Текст песни YSIV (Logic) с переводом

It’s that Young Sinatra IV shit right here

(Rest in peace Mac Miller)

It’s been like 10 years

Here we go (Yeah)

Visualizin' and realizin' my life is fuckin' crazy

Poppin' like JAY-Z, Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze

I’m one of the illest and bitch

I’ve been ready to kill it, it’s so amazing

Bitch, I’ve been blazin', I’m talkin' grass, I ain’t talkin' grazing

They just hit the tape while I sip scotch

Let the haters kick rocks, my shit is tip-top

I never flip-flop, why? 'Cause my soul too strong

Did this all on my own, 'cause waiting took too long

The flow sophisticated

All these youngins do is whine like they inebriated

I’m hated, but yeah, that’s how you know I made it

I’m one of the illest, I’m one of the realest, I’m ready to kill this

The people, they feel us, me and my team made millions

But you know we still us

That’s why they wanna kill us, that’s why they wanna kill us

RattPack, real all the time, we never phony

I’m single-handedly running the game like a Sony

While the rest of these rappers is acting

Pass 'em the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar

From the new school rappers, yeah I’m the illest on the roster

Smoke like a rasta

Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley

These racist motherfuckers hate that last line

Probably haters on the internet ain’t got nothing to bargain

Said I’d never make it, bitch, I just sold out the Garden

Life’s a bitch and then you die, that’s why we get high

'Cause you never know when you’re gonna go

Life’s a bitch and then you die, that’s why we get high

'Cause you never know when you’re gonna go

Life’s a bitch and then you die, that’s why we get high

'Cause you never know when you’re gonna go

Life’s a bitch and then you die, that’s why we get high

'Cause you never know when you’re gonna go

Life’s a bitch and then you die, that’s why we sip scotch

Like Sinatra, screamin', «Motherfuck the cops»

They say they want the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet I’m still the

same me, they just don’t believe it like they agnostic

If I spit over the boom-bap, then they perceive it as nostalgic

But the truth is, my subject matter has been the same

And my production selection is still flame

But they love you on the come up 'cause you ain’t tainted by fame And you still

they little secret

That’s the type of bullshit that they frequent

From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this shit for a decade

From the boom-bap to the trap, I let my shits cascade (Listen, yeah, yeah)

So what’s the dealy? Pass the Phillie, get silly, that’s on the really

We snappin' like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, I’m talkin' achilles

Try to play me like I ain’t me, but I provided all the deets'

Who you know worth 50 million, still rappin on break beats?

From Nasty Nas, Big-L, Tribe, The Roots, and many more

Of course we could never forget Biggie and young Shakur

Fuck the police, no we ain’t fuckin' with Al Pastor

I’m the bastard that mastered the flow, I said it once before fa' sho'

While 6ix produce the kicks from the soul, you already know

Fuck these youngins talking outta they ass with no class

I’m here to school 'em

This that real shit, I’m never foolin'

I’m killin' these squares, we call it a massacre

I got the bread, but these fuckers need the dough like a baker

The legends above me love me like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay 'Cause I mastered

the flow from back in the day

Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny

Thank you for the love and inspiration plenty

Yeah, I’m loved by many, and only hated by a little

Now I think it’s time to switch to lyricism, peep the riddle

I was born in mint condition, I’m everybody’s life’s mission

All right, listen, put me 'round your neck and I might glisten

The ultimate connect, I’ll get you anything you need

From good credit to good weed

I can make any woman succeed

Control you with a heart of greed

Along with anybody that’s in need, I’ll make 'em beg and plead

I’m in the pocket of mafia crime lords and presidents

Without me, they’ll evict you from your residence

Hov wrote about me on «Dead Presidents,» never irrelevant

Not a soul on earth would love me if I weren’t me

No matter what year I’m in, I’m current, see?

People that have me, yeah, they power’s so immense

But people without me, make no sense, god damn

Yeah, the world revolve around me, the law evolve around me

The shit people do to get a piece of me astound me

Blood stains my face when drug deals go wrong

I’m given to the greatest athletes when they go long

You could put me in check

But I’m still laughing all the way to the bank

I’m the reason that the Titanic sank

I’m always there for you, yeah, when it comes down to the wire And some people

even tuck me away 'til they retire

I usually come around on the first and fifteenth

If you owe me to somebody then they’ll leave you beneath

People go crazy when they feel me

In the Middle East they drill me

If you let your guard down, then some people’ll steal me

I knew these two dudes that’s always been homies since fifth grade

Always schemin' on the block, selling crack to get paid

Now they never graduated, thought that shit a charade

Only thing on they mind that wasn’t me was get laid

Then one day, they had a falling out on the block

See, one thought the other one had been stealing his rock

'Cause he coulda sworn he had more weight in his stock

Pulled out the Glock and his homie yelled, «Stop!»

But before he had the chance to pull the trigger

Oh shit here come the cops

They saw the gun and blew them both away

Now there’s two more kids dead in the street all before twenty Over me,

the most important thing to man: money

Life’s a bitch and then you die, that’s why we get high

'Cause you never know when you’re gonna go

Life’s a bitch and then you die, that’s why we get high

'Cause you never know when you’re gonna go

Life’s a bitch and then you die, that’s why we get high

'Cause you never know when you’re gonna go

Life’s a bitch and then you die, that’s why we get high

'Cause you never know when you’re gonna go

Life’s a bitch and then you die, that’s why we sip scotch

Like Sinatra, screamin', «Motherfuck the cops»

We just some motherfuckin' kids

We just some motherfuckin' kids

We love and miss you, Mac

For those of y’all who don’t know man, Mac is the whole reason that I started

doing this Young Sinatra shit. I remember I loved Lord Finesse, all the shit he

did with DITC, Diggin in the Crates. «Hip to the Game», one of like—one of the

illest beats ever and I remember when Mac flipped that shit for Kool-Aid and

Frozen Pizza—I thought it was the dopest shit man. Mac showed me that I could

just do it all on my own—me and all my boys, all my homies— and if it wasn’t

for him killing that beat I would have never got on that beat for my very first

mixtape Young Broke and Infamous. Damn… that’s like 2010. And I titled the

track «Young Sinatra.» And that was the birth of all this shit. So, thank you,

I appreciate you, love you and miss you, yeah

Yeah, we just some motherfuckin' kids