Kevin Gates - 4:30 AM [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
(phone rings)
What the fuck!
Hello?
What up nig?
What up nigga?
Shit, chillin'
Shit, I say I jus--
What you getting into?
I’m just cooling bruh, I’m just cooling
But look, I’m bout to get it in right fast, nigga I love you, let me do this I'mma call you later
Alright nigga
Alright love you boy
Love you too nigga
Alright
Keep all that

[Verse 1]
Gladiators on deck
Drug user, don’t drink sprite
And when I do, it ain't pink sprite, a lot of lean, it’s purple
Trust issue, don't trust really
No two point conversion
Won't run it after I touch down
My punter kicking, it's defense
(What you get into this weekend?)
Where was you when I was slumped over
Gums hurting from a old bullet, in front the toilet while hunched over
Puking all of my insides, stab wounds from a old friend
Well at that time we were close friends, they say I killed him in cold blood
We wrestled for the gun but the gun went off
He up’d the pistol, looked him dead in his eyes
I been ready to die so nigga do it
Gates mane, I'll really do it
I’m serious too nigga, really do it
Turned his head, closed his eyes, aimed the tool, started shooting, I didn’t die, my life a movie

[Hook]
4:30 AM, never say when, it’s five in the morning, and your children are somewhere on the corner
6:00 AM water boiling, think I'm addicted to the strong aroma

[Verse 2]
When I was touching McKinley
Erin really my best friend, and I was loving her best friend
Bright Brittany with the long hair
You know Fabernard lil' sister
She stole a jag for to come and get me
I was buying dope
In and out the system
Brandy fucking my nigga Ray
At the same time, fuckin' coach Whitney
He the track coach, and a asshole
Know that didn't have shit to do with this, I was just stating the facts though
Jessica round me, talking sexual bout me
She bend over in front me, from the back while I'm pounding, now it's over
Bitch get up and get out
I mostly likely forgot to mention, but we was in my trap house
Just brainstorming, in the game forming
These thoughts into ideas
No regrets for the shit I did
That also mean for the niggas I killed

[Hook:]
4:30 am, never say when, it’s five in the morning, and your children are somewhere on the corner
6:00 a.m, water boiling, think I'm addicted to the strong aroma