Текст и перевод песни Saad Khan - Made It

Made It

Naya saal, par vibe old school
Jata school tha par bheje mein tha raja
Mera shoq lagta class ko fuzool tha
Aur aaj sunta mere gaane poora school haan
Aja aja
Aakay sun tu bhi baat cheet
Kaat peet beat ki aur bars wali maar peet
Mainay har baari apne mann ki baat ki
Aur aagay barha tum toh krte reh gaye haar jeet
Khair
Main Rockstar, doonga tujhe max pain (Max Payne)
Remedy nahi milni cuz I'm ILL jese Hopsin
NO WORDS in rappers k liye paas mere
Khud ko samjhen GOAT, khud hi ko ye ghaas de rahay
Nahi matlab itna attitude kis baat ka?
Ghisi nai hai tu ne hua paida barhay baap ka
Seerhi charh wese pohonchega bhai hath na
Ye sila saalon baad mila mujhe raat o raat na
Nose krti grow gar tu hota Pinocchio
Jhoot se bharpoor fans ko pehnaate topiyan
OG main Nokia ye bas maaren shokhiyan
Ban gaya junoon jo shuru kiya shauqiya
Jo kiya hard kiya halkay mein main aata nahi hoon
Kab se aaya scene mein ab yahan se main jata nahi hoon
Chahta nahi hoon, k fam ko udaas karun
Hojae thori dair beshak gaana par main khaas karun
Fast karun flow, Tujhe samajh nahi aana beta kakkh bhi tu rehn de
Vibe old school, mode nai hai rampage
Rampage hota tab tu dhoondta koi bandage
Aaj nahi toh kal hogi bohat barhi fanbase
Naya nai scene mein main kabse shamil
Kaam kiya ill usi se main bana kaamil
Ye rab ki dain tabhi humble beshak aa mil
Heat boht tracks mein, beshak maara na mil
Kabil loag bolen mujhe underrated
Jahil loagon k liye main most hated
Lekin meri nazar mein wo sab faded
Halka krte boj dil ka gaali dekar, frustrated

I made it, ab toh sunte mere rap wo
I made it, I put my city on the map bro
I made it, i got homies on my back bro
Shit ain't whack, when i am on the track you know
I made it, ab toh sunte mere rap wo
I made it, I put my city on the map bro
I made it, i got homies on my back bro
Shit ain't whack, when i am on the track you know

Sunno, na bano mere aagay phannay khan
Likkhe jab bhi geet mainay raakh kiye pannay aur
Chabwae mainay khoob ye le lohay waale chanay kha
Loyalty rare doghlon se meri banay na
Pressure leta nahi karta bas apni main
Snitches na paalta ab rehta loyal company mein
Hustle karke chala chalta nahi sympathy pe
Launda Attock shehr ka ab bajay poori country mein

I Made It

New year, but vibes old school
Used to go to school but my mind was regal
My passion made class seem useless
And today the whole school listens to my songs
Come, come
Come listen to me chat
Beat dissection and lyrical assault
I always spoke my mind
And you kept winning and losing
Anyway
I'm a rockstar, I'll give you max pain (Max Payne)
No remedy because I'm ILL like Hopsin
NO WORDS for rappers for me
They call themselves GOATs, they're just feeding themselves grass
What's the point of all this attitude?
You're not self-made, you were born with your father's wealth
Climbing the ladder won't reach the top
This opportunity came to me overnight
Your nose would grow if you were Pinocchio
They feed their fans lies and put hats on them
I'm an OG Nokia, I just joke around
What started as a hobby became an obsession
I do what's difficult with ease, I don't do easy
I've been in the scene since when, I'm not leaving
I don't want to disappoint my family
I may take a little break, but I'll make a special comeback
My flow is fast, you can't understand it, dude, don't even try
Vibe old school, I'm not in rampage mode
If I was in rampage mode, you'd need a bandage
My fanbase will grow massively, if not today, then tomorrow
I'm not new to the scene, I've been here a while
I've worked hard, that's why I'm now skilled
This is God's gift, so come and be humble
My tracks are fire, you won't find a match
Talented people call me underrated
Haters call me most hated
But I don't care about them
They ease their frustration by cursing me

I made it, now they listen to my rap
I made it, I put my city on the map, bro
I made it, I got homies on my back, bro
Shit ain't whack, when I'm on the track, you know
I made it, now they listen to my rap
I made it, I put my city on the map, bro
I made it, i got homies on my back, bro
Shit ain't whack, when I am on the track you know

Listen, don't try to play me
When I write songs, I burn sheets of paper
I chewed on these metal chickpeas
Loyalty is rare, don't be two-faced with me
I don't take pressure, I just do my thing
I don't hang out with snitches, I keep loyal company
I hustle, I don't rely on sympathy
I'm from Attock, but now I'm famous in the whole country