Nie ma takiego numeru Lyrics (English Translation) – Bober

Nie ma takiego numeru (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

[Intro: Shhieda, Bober]
This part kicks off with someone asking Bober for help becoming a rapper, treating it like a job application. Bober reacts with sarcasm, saying he doesn’t know anything and joking that his “success” comes from not actually making it. It sets a playful but cynical tone, showing how silly and confusing the idea of making it in rap can seem from the outside.

[Verse 1: Shhieda, Bober, Shhieda and Bober]
Here, Bober starts warning the newcomer about how the industry really works. He jokes about reading contracts carefully because surprises are waiting—likely bad ones. The new guy naively thinks people won’t exploit him, but Bober shuts that down fast. He explains that at first, everyone acts friendly, but once money gets involved, you lose relationships, family, and eventually, yourself. Image becomes a huge deal. The new guy asks if he needs a wild look, and Bober replies that he can dress however—just like big artists who use style as a statement. He also talks about how creating a fake image or name helps—referencing how popular artists rebrand themselves. Then it gets more cynical. Bober talks about stealing collaborations and girlfriends for clout, even streaming the drama for fame. The new guy says he’s not talented, and Bober just says to fake it—modern rap is about image, not skill. He mocks the idea of being “dangerous” while carrying both weapons and snitch papers, calling out the hypocrisy in today’s rap scene. Basically, this whole section breaks down the illusion of fame, showing that being a rapper today is more about performance, manipulation, and survival than talent or truth.

[Interlude: Shhieda, Bober]
This bit is a sharp and funny take on the ridiculous stuff you have to accept to fit into the rap game. The guy is confused about a form he’s filling out, and Bober guides him through it, mocking how rappers are expected to be self-obsessed, fake, and secretive. They joke about signing away morals, not living by your lyrics, and keeping shady stuff under wraps. The punchline is the guy asking if real hip-hop is just about objectifying women and doing drügs—and the sad part is, Bober basically shrugs and doesn’t deny it. It’s a satire of how the rap scene often sells a glorified, toxic lifestyle, and new artists are pressured into blindly accepting it as part of the deal.

[Verse 2: Shhieda, Bober]
This part continues the sarcasm. Bober bluntly agrees that yes, the industry really is that shallow and fake. He name-drops “Kali” to suggest that being greedy and selfish is normal now. Either you’re attractive and ambitious enough to succeed, or you’re seen as weak. He mocks people who are thoughtful or critical, like Marcin Flint, suggesting those traits don’t help in this world. Then the convo shifts to how women are viewed—like props for clout. The new guy asks where to find girls, and Bober throws out a crude joke, implying you can find women who sleep around for fame. Then, when the guy worries about what his mom would think, Bober brushes it off, saying the house and money justify everything. He basically says success excuses selling your soul. Finally, when it comes to promotion, Bober says it’s all messed up—delete your old self and do whatever’s trendy. Even if it means collaborating with random people for exposure. It’s a harsh take on how the industry uses image, s*x, and social media to push artists forward, regardless of who they really are.

[Outro: Shhieda, Bober]
At the end, Bober has a moment of rebellion. He snaps, saying screw the whole system—the fake personas, the toxic culture, the fake grind mindset, the fake friends. He calls out the “Sigma male” type behavior that glorifies stepping over others for success. Then, despite all that chaos, he tells the kid not to worry—there’s no one real left in this industry anyway. The line “there’s no such number” is like saying none of this is real or reachable anymore.