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

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 sh** 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 k**in beats every minute Continue on this commute Im in pursuit Of something better Like a varsity jacket I want a letter Got my sh** 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