Перевод песни Logic – Last Call

Ayo real talk, 6ix

As soon as you played me this joint, I already knew

I was like, «Yo, this some fucking, ‘Last Call’ shit»

And it got me hella excited ’cause I always wanted to do like

A «Last Call,» I remember the first time I heard Kanye’s

I thought that shit was so tight, dawg

And I was like, man I’m tryna tell my story, you know what I’m sayin’?

And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?

He was on Friday Night—

Nah, nah, he did it on The Warm Up yo

And when he did the «Last Call» on The Warm Up, I was like «Damn, I’m tryna do mine»

So since—since this joint got that vibe, I’ma do my own «Last Call» right now for y’all

And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra

Yeah, yeah

Back in the day I wasn’t shit, homie

Penny pinchin’, I couldn’t even pay the rent, homie

Thinkin’ ’bout it I wonder where them years went, homie

Just a youngin’ tryna survive, they was hatin’ on me

I was working that nine-to-five, I was waitin’, homie

I was bussin’ tables fantasizin’ ’bout cakin’, homie

Letting ’em slip away my dreams, wasn’t waitin’ on me

This for anyone with ambition, calling anybody that’ll listen

I’m wishing all your dreams come true, ’cause mine did

And yeah, you know I had to put that in the rhyme kit

But that shit came from sacrifice

Not on the corner selling drugs and smackin’ dice (Listen)

Yeah

Someway, somehow, I understood finally

If you want to come and get it, you know where to find me

‘Cause I ain’t got no time for anybody that be tryin’ me

Know if they don’t understand, I’ma leave ’em behind me

Obviously

I ain’t got no time, no, no

I said obviously

I said I don’t got no time, no, no, no, no, no

Yeah, yeah

I treat the beat like it’s my only son, my DNA

And this that Southernplayalistic shit like we was in the A

Back in the day, I was Young, Broke & Infamous

A Young Sinatra that was Undeniable

Who Welcome-d you To Forever while Under Pressure

And told you The Incredible True Story of Bobby Tarantino

And Everybody in the Ultra 85

Goddamn, it feel good to be alive

And all these bitches that I passed up

Couldn’t fuck witcha ’cause your hair was too gassed up

‘Member creeping with the gat, masked up

[Interlude]

God damn, it’s kinda crazy to reminisce on all this shit man

What it was like growing up

Damn man, just, motherfuckers running in and out of the crib

Doing drugs, selling drugs, all types of stuff

Meanwhile, I was just tryna keep it together

I was tryna make sense—sense of all this shit around me

I didn’t know how to take it, how to perceive it, you know what I mean?

And then meanwhile I’m supposed to be going to school and getting good grades and shit

But I’m seeing like, domestic violence in my house

And just, so much going on

And I’m sure everybody was probably like, «Man, yo»

«Why little Bobby didn’t come to school today?»

On the real, I was doin’ anything to run away

And that’s the same reason kids join gangs every day

‘Cause they wanna be accepted, but at home they too neglected

Meanwhile, white America quick to call him a thug

But all he ever wanted was a father to give him some love

Tell him that he love him, that he need him

Promise he won’t ever leave him

Never smoke crack, never lie, and won’t never beat him

It feel like for my life I been needed a break

Looking at my family, I ain’t wanna make the same mistake

And I know that shit sound fucked up but they not all doin’ great

Oh God, please

Can I have a conversation with a member of my family without it ending asking me for five G’s?

To pay they bills or they lawyer fees (Huh)

I learned something, I ain’t giving y’all a dime

I’ll give you something worth more—that’s my time

I ain’t dropping stacks, I’m dropping knowledge

Unless it’s for my nieces and nephews to go to college

And hit me on the phone, hit me up

Like, «Uncle Bob, where you at?

Yeah, I know your pockets fat but I don’t give a fuck ’bout that

I’m glad we family» (Uh)

We a half-breed family, yeah, yeah, uh

[Interlude]

Man, see, I remember when I was like fifteen years old

And my dad took me to the studio

I know this is random, I’m tryna take you guys through it, right?

And, I’ll never forget it, I had like eight rhyme books

He’ll tell you—he’ll tell you, man

I just, I went through them motherfuckers

I was rapping for like fifteen minutes straight

And that was my first time, yo

I was like tenth grade, in the studio

And I knew that this was what I wanted to do

I knew it

[Verse 4]

I knew it ever since I first saw Kill Bill

I been flowin’ like that blood, Uma Thurman spilled

None other than the RZA, yeah he did the soundtrack

And then I discovered Wu-Tang soon as I found that

And then Big L, Mos Def, and Nas, it wasn’t no turning back

I couldn’t change it if I tried, homie, how ’bout that?

See, I’m a student of the game, so simple and plain

But I’ma take it back to before I ever sat first class on a plane

[Interlude]

I was in College Park, right?

Well I guess, technically, if you wanna go before that

I was uh, I was living in Germantown

Uh, nah, actually it was Montgomery Village

Back in Maryland, I was living in my sister’s basement

And then some shit happened, you know, she kicked me out

It was Christmas, whatever, I love you Genie

Anyway, so shit happened, and then I just kept it pushing

You know, I was homeless for a little while, whatever, you know

I went, uh, I stayed at my—my mentor’s house, Solomon

Uh, and then I stayed back at my—my godparents’ house

Mary Jo and Bernie, I love y’all

Uh, Mary Jo, I’m sorry, back when I used to smoke

I would steal the shit out of your cigarettes

I love you, I’m sorry about that, but

You remember—always she would let me record

I’d always be recording in the attic or wherever I could, so

I love you—thank you for supporting me there

But then, she was like, «You gotta get the fuck outta here» too

After a while, she gave me some time

But like, I was twenty years old at this point

She was like, «Nah, you gotta get the fuck outta here and do something with your life»

And this was right around the time that I opened up my first show ever for Ghostface Killah man

In Gaithersburg, right in Old Town

The shit was insane, I’ll never forget it

And that’s where I met my boy Lenny, Big Lenbo, wassup!?

That’s right, man, we just started kicking it and hanging

He lived in College Park, and before I knew it I was living—I was living with him in his basement

And this was right around the time I met 6ix

And 6ix was going to the University of Maryland at the time, which was right down the street

So I’d always go to their dorm room

I remember—there was nights I would just crash in the dorm when we was making beats

We was doing all types of shit man

When we first got out, we did the first Young Sinatra

And now we on the fourth Young Sinatra, motherfucker! That shit is crazy man

And I remember like, I used to steal quarters from Lenny just so I could go to the 7-11 to eat

And he was like, «You idiot, why are you stealing? Just ask me, bro» And I was supposed to get a job, I was—see, I was sleeping in, uh, his basement on the couch

Which is the—the, the cover to my first album, Under Pressure

Shout out Cathy, shout out the Rosado family, all my beautiful brown people!

We made it, it’s crazy

But nah, nah, listen, I’m getting ahead of myself, I’m getting ahead of myself

So like, I was staying with him and I was supposed to get a job, right?

And he was like, «Yo, you gotta get a fucking job, bro»

Things were going so good with the music that we kinda stopped talking about it

It seemed like every week something new was happening

And I just sat him down one day and I was like, «Look bro, I—please, like, can you just give me one year, like just give me one year, man, let me put everything into this, and if I don’t get it, fuck it, I’ll just submit, and I’ll just—I’ll just blend into society.»

And he was like, «Bro I’ma give you one year»

And for one year him, his family, all the homies, Benny, everybody man!

They took care of me, they put—he put clothes on my back, he put food in my stomach

You know, he helped me with microphones, and recording

And yo, almost a year to the fucking day bro, I signed to Def Jam

And my man, he was a land surveyor, out there like making sure all the buildings get built

Rain, snow, sleet, all that shit for twelve years, dawg!

And when I signed my deal I said, «Fuck that! Quit your job, we’re moving to LA!»

This shit was crazy, so we get to LA

We’re staying off Coldwater Canyon

Alta Mesa, in Studio City, man

And I’m going to the studio with No I.D. every day

And uhh, like, shit is crazy

That’s the first time I met Cole, yo shout out Cole, that’s my fucking boy

Big Sean, all these homies, man, that I met, it was crazy

Don Cannon, everybody

That’s when I first met Kev

Bobby, my engineer—what up Bobby?

It was just like, life was insane

I dropped, uh, Young Sinatra: Undeniable, and that was crazy

That was insane, ’cause that was the first time

[Verse 5]

Me and my boys ever hit the road

On the real, you know we went from zero to overload

Performing in front of the fans, had they hands waving

This is all I ever wanted, this is all I’m craving

Me and my boy Chris shocked the game

Two visionaries on a mission, shit ain’t been the same

Some ups and downs came around, had a lot of problems

But no matter what happen, you know we’d always solve ’em

Yeah, we’d always solve ’em, like

[Interlude]

Man, it’s kinda crazy thinking about it though

Like, so much has happened yo

And I mean shit, by the time y’all are hearing this, I’m 28

I’m 27 while I’m recording it

I mean, right now, literally, I’m working on Bobby Tarantino, Ultra 85, Young Sinatra IV

And a whole bunch of other shit, man this is crazy!

Acting, writing, like

I’m just—I’m just so, I can’t believe I’m here, man

We grinded for so long, we worked for so long, yo

And motherfuckers, they hate you, man

They try to make me feel bad about how I look, how I speak

How I rap, how I act, my race, my everything

They just—they, they fucking hate you man

They’ll hate you when you’re in this position

But you can’t let ’em—you can’t let ’em, you can’t let that shit get to you man

Continue to persevere, continue to be the best you you can be ‘Cause I’m here right now man, best friends

I got everything I could ever want man

Even though you always want more deep down

And you got goals deep down, that’s great man, but fuck that shit

I’m so happy, I’m so blessed, man

So if you’re listening to this right now

No matter how old you are, how young you are

Whether you on the school bus headed to get your education

Or you driving home from work pissed off at your boss

Just, man, just please do what you love in life

So many people, they always say, how, «Oh, you know, I would do this—but,» or «I can’t, because»

And you already fucking lost, they lost

And I feel bad for that person ’cause that person will never make it «I would, but I don’t have the money,» «I would, but I don’t have the time»

Fuck that, you gotta do it man

You gotta do what makes you happy

You have to live selfishly in that aspect

Stop worrying about others, stop freaking out

Just focus on yourself, man, and your own happiness

That’s the realest thing

And that’s all I can tell you, because

You can’t help anybody else until you can help yourself, you know what I’m saying?

So please, put the—put the mask on first, like they say on the airplane, cuz

Put your—put your own motherfucking mask on

And go do it man

Go do it, just live your life

[Outro]

I love y’all, thank you so much for tuning in

Uh, I hope you’ve enjoyed this Young Sinatra experience, I know I have

Uh, this is prolly gon’ be the last one though

Uh, this gon’ be the last one for sure

I’m coming back with some fun, but, I don’t know

I love you guys! Ultra 85’s gonna be crazy! I mean, crazy! Bobby Tarantino’s that trap shit, woo!

We took ’em back with this boom bap

Now we, we finna head to the future

We ain’t scared, we makin’ music for everybody, you know what I mean?

I love y’all—look at that Murrland accent coming out

I don’t know why, every time I get on the mic that Murrland accent

«Go ahead ‘cuh,» «jah like» all day, boy, you sound like Wale, back of your neck, haha

I love y’all so much

RattPack

Yeah, yeah

Yeah!