Stardom - P110 - Pound Cake Remix [Hood Video] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Pound cake, I coulda shoulda had a L plate
Sitting down with plates, conversating 'bout this now cake
Been about for years, only now you got your L plate
Italian down to the socks, what can they tell me
Monster like loch ness, Fly like copters
Feds still want me in the can, like fosters
Dread like rasta's
Killers up in Toxteth
Fake friends got me hating n'ggas like Nazi's
Magic in my wrist and i ain't never been to hogwarts
Bitches on me she likes the aura, smell the Tom Ford
S-T-A-R im flyer then a concord
Cah you know my flows spicy like some hot sauce
Connect speaks patois
Remember days riding out in jaguars
Ill take you right back, no sagna
Rolling out in bangers
Dancing on the dinner no samba
Now its cool runnings like sanka
Wanna ball like ravel, so its deals like morrisons
Past was all dark, but the future looks promising
Bad bitch with me, girl looks like shes modelling
Riding shotty in the merc, ain't got an ass?
Course shes swallowing
I do my own ting i ain't following
Weak n'ggas fell off need some moola and some collagen
Who spits Nicer
0'10 money in the ISA
While mans still depending on their GYRA
I was doing dirt before you had braces
Beat all kinds of cases i dont talk in stations
Real to the bone
Man Im here to the throne
Put me in the gutter anywhere i bet ill make it home
Im a natural born hustler
Nina with the mussler
I was in and out my house
So my mother used to cuss me
And they wonder how im still sane
If brum was gotham, no question i'd be bane
Just Got a picture, gonna see what this B's saying
Used to hand to hand all day like im relaying
In the kitchen mixing up sh't like im Dj'ing
For hours on end, i can't see straight
Only see cake, i only see cake
Got my flex phone poppin like ebay
Mitten with the he shay,see shay
BDS why you think i was papi like Cisse
Talking to my brudda on the phone, he ain't coming home
Its got me stressed drink driving in another zone
Cuz we're some Thousandaires
Circle full of G's There ain't no clowns in here
Feel like rocky up and down the stairs
H on my belt
Half a bar on the time piece
Got to of those
Bout C.R.E.A.M no dry knees
Me and Peps in a month
We make 9 each
Car for the missus
Pair of trainers for the side piece
I put people on
I bring people in
I made more man eat than the olders did
Word to drizzy and Bob need i say no more
No PRS i was getting paid before
I still shine when its foggy
This raps just a hobby
Tell my worker count it up properly
From a little Negro
Playing ball Ronaldo was my hero
Get to 18 wanna be Nino