Franc Grams - Let's Start Over [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Hook)
Let's Start Over…
Bring it back to the beginning, where we met…
From hello, back when we was closer …
Let's Start Over…
Day 1, where we first locked eyes, hand shakes, back when shit was kosher
Let's Start Over…
Leave the past where it's at, get passed at… and do this shit how we suppose ta…
Let's Start Over…
State ya name?
Where you from?
What it is?
This is me?
Who are you?
How you live?
Nigga Let's Start Over…

(Verse 1)
They told me that I changed-lately…
Astray-greatly, like… this ain't-franky…
It's something… becoming a product of what these days-made-me
My mother would assure me… you would see ya day-baby
So when my peers hate, I look at em like they crazy…
My mutha ain't no liar mutha fuckas…
You can't stop this, but try it mutha fuckas…
Always had the skill, now it's my timing mutha fuckas,,
Took the stars myself and aligned em muh fuckas…
Let's bring it back to where my first rap, was birthed at…
Big brother rapping on porch, oh I heard that…
Wanted to be em, so his ways I observed that
Fastforward a few years, theres, my first track…
Niggas was doomed as I assumed
Kept a humble, I was new… but the this lil nigga knew
Every cypher kicked fire, had these lil niggas threw…
Every battle, shut it down, ask my town, this is true

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
How you want it unsigned grams? the punchline man
The young guy, that ca rhyme and kill em wit just one line damn
The nigga that they copy once I done I did it
Switched it, and done kicked it.. fuck it, y'all want me havin wit it...
Let's get it, spit crack lines to make em overdose-quick
That's why the hoes-be-so-thick, n I be known-to-these-chicks
As that guy, that counted so much dough-could-be-rich
To ya whole life… I probably fucked more hoes-in-06
Not a hot boy, ya never see me posted-on-strips
Or sales scoped in a whip, or caught posed in a flick
I be in fiends houses, coke in my fist
Just trappin in the crib, sorta like that home alone kid
So when it come to the grind macaulay culkin wit his
A fly nigga, that never heard no-from-these-tricks
Stroll up in whip, n niggas not know what it is
Then end up in ya girls jeans like chromosomes is…

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Y'all want that slick talker, that leaves all these fakes in they place
That shows em how to do right when they making mistakes
These subliminal thugs, internet gangsters I take
All these bullets wit names on em… but they aiming away…
The real nigga… that does what I do and I stay cool
To busy getting bread to be concerned what these lames do
When you that guy, these failing niggas all gonna hate you
Keep calm… and never let these broke niggas break you…
Niggas that don't know me, got my name in they conversation
Men gossip given updates on my occupations
Who I'm fuckin, what state and what block I stay in
If I'm hustling, the paper that I be makin…
Acting as if I care, what they faggots saying
Could congratulate it, but they stop stare and rather hate it
Too much time, wit a nigga on they mind…
Broke niggas, needa get em job fairs and some applications

(Hook)