Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire - Paper Hearts [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Only God can judge me, he the only one who know me
But my little cousin, that’s the one and only Goldie
(Goldie Glo(
All we need is us, don’t need no money, need no hoes or drugs
Or co-signs from these phony fucks, these suckers they can blow me
Need no introduction, I know everybody know me
On the low these niggas owe me cause nobody came before me
Sippin' OE through my gold teeth

Oh my God I'm blowing up, these busters stunting like I suck
That's just a front to cover up the fact that they can't fuck with him
And I be playing dumb, who gives a fuck?
But now I tell you what it's on site when I see you
When you see me better knuckle up
Cause it's this one time, it ain't my fault I never learned to trust
I loved you like I loved myself, it's just I don't love me enough
You probably think I'm nuts, you're probably right, sometimes I'm wild as fuck
A pile of swisher bags, it wasn't my right to put my pens in you
I'm just a young kid growing up who stumbled in and the lows are buff
From nothing into something, in 6 months I should've slowed it up
Overwhelmed, so I don't go out much or pick my mobile up
I never been too social, [?], but Cody know what's up
Throwing up [?] coconut, I had to give it up
It all became a crutch, plus it was leading into other stuff
Harder stuff, mama called me ask me if I'm doing drugs
Whilding on my niggas and they think they frame is really buff
Don't blame my addiction for the days that I was missin'
Don't you get too crazy for this thing that I'm emitting
Cum laude in her kitten, there's something you should now
I turn her on the dick then she turn me on the

[Hook]
Paper hearts don't fold like wallets do
Baby girl you know I want you
Break it down now, pop it for the crew
Yeah, yeah
Paper hearts don't fold like dollars do
Baby girl you know I want you
Break it down now, pop it for the crew
Yeah, yeah

[Interlude]
What's a paper heart you may ask?
Uhm, being a paper heart basically means
That understand the fact that time is just an illusion

[Verse 2]
When I was young I had dreams of being a poet
Dreams of changing the world, although nobody would notice
I'm from where the ones with respect was gun toting
Either you had your own or you was young and hopeless
I wasn't the former, never quite the latter
Could say I was a loner, my thoughts was always scattered
Preferred the sanctity of my own mind
Scenes I seen in my childhood would make a saint blind
I seen niggas driven mad, he had so much promise
Free my nigga Benzo, shout my brother Thomas
We from where the penny truck close at 6 o'clock
Mommy called me out the window, she thought she heard some shots
I was at the barber getting lined up
Staring at the posters, observing while they talked
Just another young nigga soaking game up
Ten push-ups in the morning pumped my frame up
Practicing my ice grill, tinfoil fronts
Dropped out of high school when Jayo got locked up
My father moved to Florida, I just gave up
Dark phase of my past, I don't care to discuss
That's when I found rap, well, rap found me
And escaped from the madness that surrounded me
Was banking on this dream ever since sixteen
Back in building 154, apartment 4B
That's kings people shit

[Hook]