Baby Ace - I'm Talkin' Bout [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Baby Ace]
Yeah, you right
That would sound dope
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Look

[Verse 1: Baby Ace]
I-I-I remember, it was winter, I had flew back from Virginia
Back to Houston, that's my hometown, the city that birthed me with no placenta
It was like '05, I grabbed my notebook, I grabbed my boom box, I grabbed my pencil
Old school niggas said I had potential, you could be big and monumental
Got in the booth and I went to work, stuck in the lab, should've went to church
On a Sunday, now it's Monday, damn it's Tuesday, man like Houston
Gets so groovy, it's a movie, when I'm doing it, it's a show
I got it on lock, nigga, [?],'dro on lip when we hit the door
Life been rough but I do my thing, nigga come back quick then boomerang
It don't take much to pursue the game, if it don't make money, better use your brain
I can't lie, I can't complain, even though I know it ain't the same
Cause I'm a grind till a big bank [?], get low-key richer than [?]

[Hook]
I'm talking bout three hundred sixty five days
Thinking bout three hundred sixty five ways
My momma told me "go head, go head, go head"
And then she said "get your bread, your bread, your bread"
I'm talking bout three hundred sixty five days
Thinking bout three hundred sixty five ways
My momma told me "go head, go head, go head"
And then she said "get your bread, your bread, your bread"
I'm talking bout
I'm talking bout
I'm-I'm-I'm talking bout

[Verse 2: Rob Gullatte]
(Man, three sixty five)
(Southside)
Living life like tonight the last
We been broke to the point we can siphon gas
With no lights and gas, we had to strike a match
I'm like fuck that, momma, I'm a fight the past
And make our future look bright like a yellow bitch
Getting money to the point that we hella rich
And our neighborhood looking like a settlement
Been gutter but a nigga ain't settling
Kicking doors down cause they didn't want to let us in
Outraged because now they will never win
I been riding with that ace and that [?]
When we was hurt and this ho had no income
Just a whole lot of grinding with flowing dumb
The people on dick trying to watch me cum
Trying to see me ride like a [?] pie
But nothing sweet on the side where I'm knee deep high
And these streets on the west, nigga, 3-6-5
2-4-7, no 9 to 5
Just a crazy grind, baby we'll be fine
And see the look in their eyes when they see me shine
Like a nigga just stepped out a TV john
Been going so hard need a Wheaties box
(Need a Wheaties box) Every street on lock
From the CDs dropped, they won't see me flop

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Baby Ace]
(Get your, get your, get your money)
(Get your money)
O-O-Oh my Lord, times are hard, I'd known bullshit I'd go and get
My momma told me get off my ass, my old man told me "get on your shit"
Nothing has changed, I still hustle the same, and ever since Big Pokey was the hardest [?]
The boy can spit like I'm missing a tooth, so when I step in the booth, man you won't forget
I do this here like three sixty five, thinking bout ways just to get me by
It ain't no handouts, it ain't no cosigns, it ain't no shortcuts that you could try
You better not cheat yourself cause there's a chance that you might not see July
Better get that dough and then treat yourself, and you ain't got to have a plane just to see the sky
I got a call the other day, my nigga T done died (my nigga T done died), my nigga T done died (my nigga T done died)
That done fucked the hood up cause it was too soon to see you fly
One time for the Mo' (one time for the Mo'), look, we got to grind for the bro
So I'm a chase that check, get mine, and then get on, thugging till my time is gone

[Hook]