King F.A.M.E. - Get It How You Live [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: DJ E.Sudd]
Yea, yea, you already know who it is
It’s the golden child DJ E.Sudd on the check-in
Street Execs is the team, man
King FAME; F, A, M, E, man
North Carolina, High Point, -- three, three, six
Queens City, all over man
It don’t matter man
North Carolina, South Carolina
We out ‘yea, man
We Street Execs with golden child DJ E.Sudd, man
(F. A. M. E.)
Get y’ all weight up, man


[Verse 1: King F.A.M.E.]
I’m greatness personified (Ra!)
I’ve been on that money making mission since my momma died (Ra!)
Don’t get it twisted; this is lyrical homicide (woo!)
Bull City, East Durham – it’s our time to rise
(Stand up!)
(Get it!)
I represent for the have-nots
I’ve got the Cack in a padlock
(Le’ggo x5)
Shout out to Sudd for that last drop
I’m riding out to my last stop
I’m grinding out in that trap spot
You’re on your way to a fast flop
With that top back, I blast Pac
I’m balling out to my last tock


[Bridge 1: King F.A.M.E.]
Ra!
This is just something you needed you to know
This ain’t even a competition
How did you ever believe I would choke?
I’m on a mission


[Verse 2: King F.A.M.E.]
(Let’s get it)
Blunt rolled, my glass full
I zone out ‘til my last pull
Your girl sprung, that mouth good
She eat me up ‘til that ass full
I’m fabric fresh, you ain’t that impressed?
This ch’yere is pimping and it’s at its best
I’ll bag the broad in the baddest dress
And I’ll wife her, though ‘cause that’s added stress
(Ra!)


[Hook]
If you get it how you live, throw your hands in the air {x4}

Bang, bang -- now throw your hood up!
(East side!)
Bang, bang -- now throw your hood up!
(North side!)
Bang, bang -- now throw your hood up!
(South side!)
Bang, bang -- now throw your hood up!
(West side!)


[Verse 2: King F.A.M.E.]
(F. A. M. E.)
I’m greatness immortalized
(Ra!)
I’m leaving all my competition out here mortified
(Ra!)
My Greenhouse niggas (B and Zip?) got that club more than live
(Woo!)
And I got the crowd pumping like I’m forty-five
(Le’ggo)
That butt fat, her weave new
Hot heels I see through
She blast tracks I breeze through
That cash stacks, my green crew
Just look at how my team moves
Real talk, you seem cool
But you’re looking like you need proof
Ask E.Sudd, my team’s true!


[Bridge 2: King F.A.M.E.]
How did you ever expect me to lose?
(What?)
This ain’t even a competition
Don’t you fools know I’ve got something to prove?
I’m on a mission


[Verse 3: King F.A.M.E.]
I turn up for the Norfcack, like I rode in on a horse’s back
{Trey White?} feeds me more tracks
My show price went up four stacks
These rappers on my floor mats
I taught y’all fools this format
If y’all can’t start and need more facts
Then let’s just go get more racks
(Ra!)


[Verse 4: Jozeemo]
Since I live by the gun, I’m ‘a die by the gun
Face shots if you’re brave, back shots if you run
I ain’t the one for you to be sleeping on
A coffin you will be sleeping in
I’m awesome, so when you bring your men
They pause, like “who let the Reaper in?”
I drink the gin and sin
Call up the preacher, tell him to pray for me
They’re leaving, tell them to wait for me
Them haters, keep them away from me
It ain’t no way for me to be unofficial when I made the most
How ‘you gon’ save your soul?
Too busy tricking and saving hoes
I think I’m gon’ save the fault
I’m a’ give you the (“ate”?)
I think I’m a’ eat the food
I’m ‘a give you the plate
Wait, ain’t no debate
I’m in a state of euphoria, I’ll end up whoring you
If you a bitch ‘cause I’m in the {peri?}
You niggas is women, no kidding, I’m warning you
Me and my niggas ‘ll corner you, then I’ll release the pain
Off the drummer, toss the hammer
Then throw the keys to F.A.M.E
To you that’s King F.A.M.E
I’m rolling with royalty
Me and my hood make up the true definition of loyalty


[Hook]