Pete B - 77.5 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yeh
All glitter is not gold and all gold is not reality
Get this paper, get this paper, they make that our mentality
Wear one wrong thing and they question sexuality
Game show world, all these people think they judges
Get off they cock, unless the intention is to fuck it
Life's too momentary, so shut it
I'm tryna make a name before I kick the bucket

[Hook x2]
Only bout seventy-seven point five
In a lifetime, in a lifespan, I'm on my grind
Stay awake all night man
I'm tryna write and life off my rhymes
All in due time

I've only got seventy-seven point five
Take off nine for previous addiction
Add four cuz I exercise
Take off five more due to the stress
That you can see in my eyes
Add three cuz I started eating semi healthy
Take off eight for all the processed food that I ate
Now I'm at sixty-two point five
Subtract one and a half for the way that I drive
Bout fourty years left that'll open your eyes
Cuz that opened mine
Fourty years left to make a name
Make a family, I have a fam, what I need to do is expand
And the fame coincides with the making of my name
Stand tall, great dane
No more ashamed, no more afraid
Deep breath when I aim for the milky way
Gotta find my peace between our sun and the neighboring galaxy
Name is Pete B and I got

[Hook x2]
Only bout seventy-seven point five
In a lifetime, in a lifespan, I'm on my grind
Stay awake all night man
I'm tryna write and life off my rhymes
All in due time

Seventy-seven point five in a lifetime
What will I do with mine?
What you do with yours?
Not about what you're born into
But what you do with it
Seen those with silver spoons turn goons and lose with it
Others search until the shoes fittin'
Y'all act like I put my dream into a penny and I through that in a wishin' well
Say I never worked my ass off
Never put myself through hell
Well... Well...

I'm livin' proof you can do whatever you choose
Since I'm doing this never look back and think "what if?"
Cuz life is impermanent
We are all short-lived
Way too short-lived to sit back and think of our own existence
Can't think of my own existence

On my body I got scars and dents
Reminds me of real shit, lifes past events
Steady workin' so far from spent
Through these tracks how I vent
Wigwam and tipi, Pete B too tense or intense
Your favorite rappers songs that I mince
What I do to get by, we can only try
For the average of seventy-seven point five
Years from when we are born til the day we die

And that's real