Smoke The World - Let's Start Over lyrics

(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 sh** was kosher Let's Start Over… Leave the past where it's at, get pa**ed at… and do this sh** 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***a 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 a**ure 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 f**as… You can't stop this, but try it mutha f**as… Always had the sk**, now it's my timing mutha f**as,, Took the stars myself and aligned em muh f**as… 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***as was doomed as I a**umed Kept a humble, I was new… but the this lil n***a knew Every cypher kicked fire, had these lil n***as 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** em wit just one line damn The n***a that they copy once I done I did it Switched it, and done kicked it.. f** 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**ed 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 n***a, that never heard no-from-these-tricks Stroll up in whip, n n***as 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 n***a… 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***as all gonna hate you Keep calm… and never let these broke n***as break you… n***as that don't know me, got my name in they conversation Men gossip given updates on my occupations Who I'm f**in, 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***a on they mind… Broke n***as, needa get em job fairs and some applications (Hook)