Polysix - Opening (Intro) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yeah
This that Metronome shit
Took a little while, here we go
Uh

[Verse 1]
Now this an opening
Into all my thoughts and what I think so
Let me begin now, let me begin with now
I stay lowkey like the south
Keep a low key like my door small
Low key like, I'm so tall
My key lost 'cause it small
My key fall, I winter it, December
I heat it to unfreeze like it's summer
I spring into the next line
I'm so fine, I'm feeling like Mulberry
I ain’t changing up, told my friends to not worry, heh
I go through A B, and Y and X, Xbox syllables
Xbox letters like they send letters to my letterbox
Saying shit all those letters straight to the litterbox
I press LT then RT, right trigger
Don't make me push the trigger
Or I might mess up your figure, now
I move on from the controller
I’m so bright, I’m finna implode like solar
Makin' money bitch I am a baller
Stay out of my zone or
I might turn on my sonar to keep you out
Detect the people out here chasin' all the  clout like I have any
I ain’t got the formula, go ask Sandy
I got my mind and creativity, I got plenty
I don’t rock Chanel, i rock Hard Rock t-shirts that I bought down in Walmart
Nah I'm playin, i rock EWN merch, flat-top, mesa, Logic sticker on my laptop
Let me break it down on the breakdown
Metronome shit, like a swing on a playground
If you hate on me, come here bitch, lay down
Take a break, take a breath, we still on the breakdown
Dropping this mixtape, I started from the dirt
Now your girl call me prince of her heart, I feel like Dirk
I work hard and I’m pursuing that number one hit
And that number one album, fame and shit
I mean, that ain’t my main goal
I never liked fame, thats a curse, you always being told what’s good
I just want recognition for all the shit I’ve done
Though I barely just begun, you know well that I ain’t done

[Intermission]
Yo, wake up
The breakdowns over
Yo, get up!
Aight, listen

[Verse 2]
Break’s over, this year I broke my right shoulder
Tried to carry out some stunts like a big boulder
My arm carried too many stones, so I broke my shoulder
My mind carried too many problems, I broke its shoulders
Roll out, roll in
My wheels, rollin'
I touch the down, thats Jeff Rowland
Got more designs, than artichects
Lines more advanced than the new tech
Need money I mow the lawn
I can’t drink beer but if I could I would Moe the lawn
I’m spicy like Dijon
I was always the best at what I did, even back when I was born
Imma keep doing my shit until my dawn
For that I might need some money so let me mow the lawn
Let me buy a canvas, and some paint
Paint a picture of my thoughts and now it's drawn
This a closing for this song, but it's barely the start of this mixtape, The Metronome
Yeah