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franc grams - let's start over lyrics
(hook)
let’s start over…
bring it back to the beginning, where we met…
from h-llo, back when we was closer …
let’s start over…
day 1, where we first locked eyes, hand shakes, back when sh-t was kosher
let’s start over…
leave the past where it’s at, get p-ssed at… and do this sh-t 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?
n-gga 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 -ssure me… you would see ya day-baby
so when my peers hate, i look at em like they crazy…
my m-th- ain’t no liar m-th- f-ckas…
you can’t stop this, but try it m-th- f-ckas…
always had the sk!ll, now it’s my timing m-th- f-ckas,,
took the stars myself and aligned em muh f-ckas…
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…
n-ggas was doomed as i -ssumed
kept a humble, i was new… but the this lil n-gga knew
every cypher kicked fire, had these lil n-ggas 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 k!ll em wit just one line d-mn
the n-gga that they copy once i done i did it
switched it, and done kicked it.. f-ck 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 f-cked 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 fl!ck
i be in fiends houses, c0ke 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 n-gga, that never heard no-from-these-tricks
stroll up in whip, n n-ggas not know what it is
then end up in ya girls jeans like chromosomes is…
(hook)
(verse 3)
y’all want that sl!ck 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 n-gga… 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 n-ggas all gonna hate you
keep calm… and never let these broke n-ggas break you…
n-ggas that don’t know me, got my name in they conversation
men gossip given updates on my occupations
who i’m f-ckin, 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 f-ggots saying
could congratulate it, but they stop stare and rather hate it
too much time, wit a n-gga on they mind…
broke n-ggas, needa get em job fairs and some applications
(hook)
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