GhostWridah - Still Not Famous [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: GhostWridah]
Look...
Could I ever be a product of the fame?
And sell my soul off, to profit the whole game
Rocking that gold chain and watching these hoes sang
A product of oneself, mentality's so lame
That fame...
It's something like feeling your first high
But overdose, only the Romeo must die
Peace to Aaliyah, one in a million
That's gone but not forgotten, forever living in song
I pray I live in the zone
Motha fuck fame, I'm trying to get me a home
Who could maintain the women who wanna bone
In exchange for a photo
Came in a cab and left in a Benz photo
Twit pics of you and your thick click
On your facebook chatting bout who you was just with
But when it's all over, and you and your girl sober you're
(Still not famous)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wrekonize]
I been on my grind, since the beginning of time
With a particular rhyme for these inquisitive minds
I'm addicted to lines, only mine and not nasal
Exhale the scales through miles of mic cable
See it's stable
And for now the crowd is loud and still down to come save us
But slip up for a minute
I get it, they complain, saying...
(You're still not famous)
Give me a couple second at it
Get better using my rhetoric
And make sure I can still benefit from a second hit
I leave what I do true, you should get a grip
So you can look back and be glad you ever split
I wanna one day claim my lane
Hard with or without fame I still aim to gain
So I can stand in my own space and gladly say
(You're still not famous) sang

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Bernz]
Not yet...
Automatic depressive
The crowd screams, but I still ain't connected
Fans scoff, say this's what they expected
I been a catcher in the rye, every day I been alive
Jaded while we on the rise, faded
Only after stumbling before the crowd love it to hate it
Either way I think I made it so
Toast to boy with a shot of Jack stack
And the dated on the daily reminds of bear-traps
It takes all of my energy to avoid scraps
And still fail...
The beat bumps, and all's well
If money come cool, watch it while I blow it again
I'm a loose cannon lighting up the horizon
And the paper then the vapor while they all watching
And even then
(You're still not famous)

[Hook]