Kiid Scoob - Round & Round [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
No matter how long I'm a climb the rope
So round and around we go
I got my head high on this lonely road
And I don't know where to go

You better recognize what I'm fighting foe(for)
Cause I came to let you know
Here we go...

[Verse]
Listen, I'm on the road to the riches
Kickin' flows that hold more soul than a spirit
These little niggas wanna know how I'm living
But listen nigga I'm grown keep your nose out my business

Man on a mission
Plan with and a vision
With a flow bout as cold as no clothes in the winter
So I suggest you keep your paws off my dinner
My bars a' leave you Scared but I'm far from a Simba

I'm more of an artist, paint brush in hand
But I don't paint pretty pictures I just tell it how it is
Its me against the world, I shed so many tears
Tryna let go of the ghetto but it's tryna keep me here

And these haters hope it do
Plotting my demise
Praying that this the last time I open up my eyes
But I'm defeating obstacles Optimus in his Prime
I'm feeling so unstoppable conquering ever every time

Look, you need stop rhymin'
You against me is like a Chihuahua tryna box with a Rottweilla (Rottweiler)
You lil niggas ain't hotter than top ramen
I'm reaching for the stars while I'm sitting on a Comet

You something out a comic
I be killing, so I stand behind my bars like muthafuckin' convict
You niggas non-sense
All this talk about a bomb bitch and Dom Pérignon shit is garbage

Where's the music to get people through they hardships?
I Guess the Molly's really fuckin' with ya noggins
I guess I'm trippin' and I'm dissin' cause I'm ventin' I'm just rippin' and I'm flippin' multi-syllables

Son'n all these rappers, I'm just cutting their umbilicals
The flow God sent, so I know it's feeling biblical
It's spiritual
Ugh, and I'm just tryna heal
Tryna kick game but the devils on heel

Tryna get my soul
So I'm on my toes
And I had a bad hand but I'll never fold
You niggas jokers, this is poker
I'm all about my bread I'm just tryna get my lofts up

And I'm tryna get my pringles
But not just to make panties fall the season
Man I do it for my people
Cause if we all eating
I feel I've succeeded

Look, I'm not Mike Vick but I'm killing with my dogs
And we all tryna ball like the eagle
They call me cathedral, cause these people got faith in me
Like the name of the girl that used to date Biggie

I guess the rhymes got 'em hypnotized
UGH
I'm like a fuse when it hit a fire
BOOM
You nigga lose this is winning time
I left the F out ya life cause you live a lie

Dog you like a tree, you all bark
These niggas will transform you to a corpse cause they all spark
Enough tough talk
You pitching that fiction and quite FRANKly you in the wrong ball park