BrandUn DeShay - Go Fly a Kite [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: brandUn DeShay]
I wanna be the best that I can be, right, right, right, right?
With God on my side, there's nothing that I can't see, right, right, right, right?
It was promised to me there's nothing that I can't be, right, right, right, right?
So until I become the best, baby, I can't flee, nah, uh-uh, nah, uh

[Verse 1: brandUn DeShay]
I told everybody don't doubt me
Now anybody still sleeping on me gonna have nightmares about me
They told me I'm no J and they said I wouldn't make it
I told them my flow was medicine, said they wouldn't take it
I gave them the cold flow and still they wasn't shaken
Niggas had hooded coats, I knew that they was fakin'
A bunch of Clay Aikens
But I got my kite in the sky, flyin' high like the new Ben Franklin
But, I'm frankly yours
I'm the moon and the sky if you try to shoot for
Like... ready, aim, fire
Bang, dang, every dream is assembly required
But I got a mind like [?], uh
If I build it then they will come, my day will come
Cause I can see colors in my music
I hope you see color when I use it

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
I wanna be the best that I can be, right, right, right, right?
With God on my side, there's nothing that I can't see, right, right, right, right?
It was promised to me that there was nothing that I can't be, right, right, right, right?
So until I become the best, I guess I can't leave, nah, nah, nah, nah

[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
My future bright
While you haters flying kites, I'm stomping in my Nikes
With my shades on, fresh from the start
Until the day gone, Veggies just welcome haters back
Like that May song, I'm living in a fantasy, just flying off the canopy
Taking everything because there's nothing that they handed me
I'm ill, I feel what's real
And it's a cold life, just chill
Just freeze, just think
Things happen in half-seconds, so don't blink
We tagging the world up, we need mo' green
Mo' ink, mo' bars, mo' shows, mo' cars
Louie hanging, oh God, more haters, more "nah"s
More songs, good job, man we so odd
I pray that I live, homie, my faith in God
A few kisses at the bottom and more dates on the top
The more they hear my music and they more they on my jock
And time is money and it cost more than a watch, like

[Hook: Casey Veggies]