K-Woody - Here's To Fame (Prod. by Cutlery) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Here’s To Fame (Prod. by Cutlery)
K-Woody

(INTRO)

Verse 1:
Now I been conversating with a lot people
But nobody can be equal
On the tracks that I just sequeled
Its simple

Im the best in town
Girls call me to mess around
But I got mine
So I turn em down

Cuz I been feeling rap
Since I heard my first beat
Eat it like a pita wrap
Im running on my feet

Cuz no one’s stopping me
Competitors are droppin beef
When they meet me
Cuz they can't just beat me

No its not that easy
Beating beats
Call me breezy
Check my steezy

Flow anorexic
So come and feed me
Cuz I been fiending for some tv
Come and see me

Got people who are taking pictures
But they can't be disfigured
Because im getting sicker
Every time I spit this river

Im always cutting wood
Better yell out TIMBER
Cuz im the highest bidder
On this shit
I must deliver
Get it shaking like its salt and pepper
Better hope that masks protects ya
Cuz Im dropping bombs
With this
Edible
Medical
Can a vegetables
You fit me in your schedule general
Cuz im forming troops
And heading to the pedestal
For the medal of makings songs
The list goes on
Going in till the crack a dawn
Got a beat
Then bring it on

Drinking gin and tonic
Ya Im on it
Got them girls that want it
Write a track and then I flaunt it

Call me john stewart
Cuz im doing shows daily
Won’t stop till you pay me
Just another reason to play me


CHORUS:

Now everybody who know’s my name
Put ya hands up and wave the flame
Got my game
Here’s to fame

Cuz I been grinding for a long time now
I think my family is proud
Im making crowds
Shout it out loud








Verse 2:
Got the itunes loaded up
With all these tracks that ready
Better hold ya nuts and buckle up
Im going steady

Cuz no knew my name
Before I jumped the game
But now im at UNH
And doing my thing
It ain't the same

I wake up every morning
With the thoughts a scoring
Its pouring down in my head
Ill start a storm
This is your warning

Cuz im never backing off the mic
Im Something like a poltergeist
Im white just like a ghost
And ya I know im nice

So sweat the small the stuff
Im heading for the big bucks
Won’t stop till im in it
Im killin beats every minute
Continue on this commute
Im in pursuit
Of something better
Like a varsity jacket
I want a letter
Got my shit together


Spitting the sickest rhythm
This kid
He’s got it in em
Never knew what hit em
He’s a victim to the system

No pistol whipping or gripping
Im shifting the plates like griffin
Verses starting to stiffen
Im what LA is missing


CHORUS:

Now everybody who know’s my name
Put ya hands up and wave the flame
Got my game
Here’s to fame

Cuz I been grinding for a long time now
I think my family is proud
Im making crowds
Shout it out loud