Caesar - 7 AM in Paris [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Who's that with the white chick
Looking at his cards like psychic?
Damn, I'm so gorgeous
Caesar the meanest, but I'm still the nicest
Kill 'em for moderate prices
Watch these niggas get sad, fold
Heartbeat faster than droptop Lambos
Looking like a heartthrob
Matter fact, a dream boat
She says I'm an asshole
What the fuck you mean though?
You just mad that I'm cutthroat, no joke
Wanna cut corners, you still in a box though
I'mma keep it hot like some socks on a jock
They all don't mind 'cuz they know I'm about to blow
White girls in the 90210
We kill like that's all we fucking know
Baby girl, don't you know you're beautiful?
You watch and finger while I dress out on these hoes
You smell like Paris on a Tuesday
Squad going up in a few days
Chilling in the free world, feeling like a new slave
2 Chains, whole team fire Sasuke

[Verse 2]
It's all a catastrophe
Ass fat, but her face is a masterpiece
Too bad she's in love with the hotel suite
And the alcohol name in a language that she don't speak
And I'm coming for the game but they don't peep
I don't seek anything but the old me
Now I feel like old Kobe when on A
Why you niggas hate on me?
Damn, why you niggas hate on me?
Straight outta high school, Lebron
Double Tron and Decepticon—trapped in a Ferrari
And they still all wanna hate on me?
While you niggas hate on me
I'm in the booth while these young niggas yawnin'
Dust 'til dawn, I gotta put on
'Cuz if I don't work, who else will they hate on?
Yeah, no WiFi
Because of the internet—I'm wide eyed
High noon, high after midnight
Slide in DMs, yeah, I just might
Breakfast in bed just to prove I'm a good guy
Then we can stir fry
Do I really love you or don't I?
I could see us being real through my third eye
You hit me up on my blind side
Now I'm walking around with some hard irons
Heart broken apart like apartheid
I party so hard so I don't cry
I'm tweaking I think that I might call
You up? We can chat like the old times
But baby I'll stay on my grind
'Cuz I have to claim what is mine
They all wanna hate
I tell 'em that's fine
Even that if you finish, Taylor in '09
I'm coming for pounds and I'm hunting them down
Give 'em black eye
Aye Captain
Brother brought a gun and keep asking
I wanna fall in love with a bad bitch
Who makes me laugh and mad blunt with a passion