A Tale of Two Worlds - Vinayvvs перевод на английский

A Tale of Two Worlds

Bohot saari cheezein jo rakhti hai mujhe hai grind pe
2018 waala look maa ki eyes pe
Jab bola maa ko dekha murder maine site pe
Wo aakein dimaag mein chapi huwi jaise painting hi-fi
Ya phir ladki ki thighs hai

Aur bhi cheezein rakhti mujhe grind pe
Jaise bhailog mere margaye
Dekhi choti life hai
Hustler shuru se main kasam meri knife pe
2019 music start par uske pehle mera mind yehi
Dimaag main khaali paisa tha, socha paise milte hi saari dikkat gayab
Dikkat hai ab zyaada badhi gayal
Pehle dikkat ki thi plate hai khaali, jeb hai khaali, maa bechari
Jeeti lottery music se ab hai itne issues mujhe tissues dedo
Aasu main bahata na toh
Survivor's guilt, imposter syndrome, PTSD yeh toh bas hai demo
Judge karte yeh badhe log ab merko
Bolte kapde aur basha iski dekho
Imposter syndrome tha mujhe shuru se
Jab karte jhol hum streets pe, lagta tha na main belong
Phir jab music banayi aur dekhi high-life
Socha idhar bhi na main belong
Par kam se kam the bande streets pe asli
Na the high-society jaise wrong
Paise aaye music se jab bhailog mare
Lagta guilty kyu wo mere saath na khade
Sadak pe kitne saal saath
Kitne waar kam se kam saath baar saath waar ladhe
Saath kitne saal baal baal bache
PTSD unke maut ki
Survivor's guilt hai daulat ki
Imposter syndrome mere shaurat ki
Do life jee, shayad pehli life meri amanat thi
D-Rish mara mere samne, RIP
Asal trap boy na marta kabhi
Fell in love pehli baar tha peak
Par na reh paye the hum log saath
Kyuke pehda wo mahal mein
Aur main pehda on the streets
Pyaar tha asli par tha clash over family
Uski family pehne suits meri family pehne baggy
Usne toh kiya wo accept par uski family classist
Abhi paise mere pas bhi, phir bhi samjhe wo gareeb
Maa kasam uske baad na hua pyaar kisi se bi
Hai darkhwaas kisi se bi
Jo bhi mile agli uske hi jaisi ho
Agar na ho, na phir chahiye rehgi
Aur yeh opportunist hoes na kare mujhe impress
Na karu main entertain inne
Dar hai future mein agar meri beti hogi, hogi inke jaisi
Uski upbringing, meri wajah se issi industry
Late night club beat
Haath se mere bahar niklegi jaldi
Par chahta main dekhe wo meri past life
Kaise kiya maine yeh achieve
Na ek raat ki baat, bhot saal hi maan
Chahta dekhe wo saare mere streets
Par yeh na mumbkin
Probably koi spoilt brat
Middle school ka sapna tha
Badha hokar meri aulaad jiyegi life full flash
Hogi wife full bad
Mera beta full slat
Meri beti all that
First class ka kya faida agar bhai behta bus mein
Bas yeh, dil mera tangta
Bhai mera struggle kare mange wo na help
Usse malum na wo dil mera thodhta
Du main idhar news flash
Industry ka padhda faash
Glitz aur glamour ke piche na milta hai insaaf
Kon hai kiska dost, aaj dost, kal ghost
Kyuke mile usse aur log jinka bank aur load
Matlab dosti idhar cash se naapi jaati
Idhar glam se naapi jati
Idhar flash se naapi jati
Jidhar se main aata, udhar pyaar se naapi jati
Na ka car se naapi jati
Na star se naapi jati
Kaise club mein main udayu cash
Kaise jaake 5 star mein baru peth
Agar mere hood mein log hai jinki jebein khaali
Peth hai khaali
Lage mujhe guilty, leta main responsibility
Kyuki wardi waale na de help, courts waale na de help
Par dena chata ab main help
Kyuki ek time pe tha main bhi udhar khed
Waha se nikalna tha blessing aur curse
Kyuki paise toh mile, jeevan me thoda comfort
Par badle mein khoya maine sab

Badha ab hai ghar, dil chota hote jara
Chota pehle ghar, par dil tha mera badha
Kash time mein piche ja sakta
Rooh na bechi phir kyu soulless mujhe lagta
Shayad pehli life thi better kash sold less kiya rehta

A Tale of Two Worlds

So many things keep me on my grind, girl
My 2018 look, still in my mother's eyes
When I told mom I saw a murder on site
Those eyes, imprinted in my brain like a hi-fi painting
Or maybe like a girl's thighs

More things keep me on my grind
Like my brothers who passed away
Saw that life is short
A hustler from the start, I swear on my knife
2019, music started, before that my mind was only this
Only money on my mind, thought once I get money, all problems would vanish
Now the problems are bigger, amplified
Before the problem was an empty plate, empty pockets, poor mom
Won the lottery with music, now I have so many issues, hand me some tissues
If I don't cry,
Survivor's guilt, imposter syndrome, PTSD, this is just a demo
These grown folks judge me now
They talk about my clothes and my language, look
I had imposter syndrome from the start
When we were hustling on the streets, I felt like I didn't belong
Then when I made music and saw the high-life
Thought I didn't belong here either
But at least the people on the streets were real
Not like the high-society, so wrong
When money came from music, my brothers died
I feel guilty, why weren't they standing with me?
So many years together on the streets
So many wars, at least twelve times we fought together
So many years, we barely survived together
PTSD from their deaths
Survivor's guilt from the wealth
Imposter syndrome from my fame
I lived two lives, maybe the first life was my trust
D-Rish died in front of me, RIP
A real trap boy never dies
Fell in love for the first time, it was the peak
But we couldn't stay together
Because she was born in a palace
And I was born on the streets
The love was real, but there was a clash over family
Her family wears suits, my family wears baggy
She accepted it, but her family was classist
Now I have money too, but they still think I'm poor
I swear to mom, I haven't loved anyone since then
No desire for anyone
Whoever I meet next, I hope she's like her
If she's not, then I don't need anyone
And these opportunist hoes don't impress me
I don't entertain them
I'm afraid if I have a daughter in the future, she'll be like them
Her upbringing, because of me, in this same industry
Late night club beat
She'll slip away from my hands soon
But I want her to see my past life
How I achieved this
Not just one night, believe me, many years
I want her to see all my streets
But that's not possible
Probably a spoiled brat
It was a middle school dream
Growing up, my kids will live a life full of flash
My wife will be full bad
My son full slat
My daughter all that
What's the point of first class if my brother travels by bus?
This is what bothers my heart
My brother struggles, he asks, but she doesn't help
She doesn't know it breaks my heart
I give you news flash here
Reading the industry's facade
Behind the glitz and glamour, there's no justice
Who is whose friend? Today a friend, tomorrow a ghost
Because she met other people with more bank and load
Meaning friendship here is measured by cash
Here it's measured by glam
Here it's measured by flash
Where I come from, it's measured by love
Not by car
Not by stardom
How do I throw cash in the club
How do I go and fill my stomach in a 5-star?
If there are people in my hood with empty pockets
Empty stomachs
I feel guilty, I take responsibility
Because the cops don't help, the courts don't help
But I want to help now
Because at one time, I was there too, playing the game
Getting out of there was a blessing and a curse
Because I got money, a little comfort in life
But in return, I lost everything

The house is bigger now, but my heart is getting smaller
Smaller house before, but my heart was bigger
I wish I could go back in time
I wouldn't have sold my soul, why do I feel so soulless?
Maybe the first life was better, I wish I had sold less