CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Or Noir (English Translation)
I’m the fruit of your womb, I testify on ruins
Like a scarecrow, keeping angel away from dealing
Mama, I don’t live, I don’t die, please, pray for me, don’t cry
I spend a lot of time on a large number of little things, and you see that the hours fly (hours fly)
You told me :“Stay near the schoolyard”, before hustling, I suckled
“Son, or you’re going to pack cocaine in a trap house”
Me, i've never listen to the teacher, I've never done my homework
Mama, and if the police lock me away, it’s bеcause you had a black baby
And I vowed of being hardcorе, until death
You told me :“Kid, you’re wrong, the world is full of things that you're ignorant of
Very often, the weapons are there, but not the murderer
Too often, the tears are there, but not the heart
Me, I only have my family, no friends
Enemies, and this melody
Me, I only have my family
No friends, in this b*t*h of a life
Problems, enemies, and this melody
This melody, this melody
The scars have opened my soul, I am with no ties
Between the sky and the flames, my demons play hide and seek
If I had to choose between all these racks and all these b*t*hes
I would take the money, cause money is the baddest pu**y
And I'm made of black Gold like oil, city lights are my fireflies
On all terrains like the Patrol, doesn't matter as long as I hit the jackpot
We wither in the last alcool percents proof, dreaming about Cape Canaveral
Of white from Panama with my rats in the Panamera
I only know about being a bandit, light years away from Gandhi
I'm in my sphere while, the universe expand
I crush all rampart, dark is my unvarnished truth
Of french rap I take possession, 93 on the flag
Like a scarecrow, keeping angel away from dealing
Mama, I don’t live, I don’t die, please, pray for me, don’t cry
I spend a lot of time on a large number of little things, and you see that the hours fly (hours fly)
You told me :“Stay near the schoolyard”, before hustling, I suckled
“Son, or you’re going to pack cocaine in a trap house”
Me, i've never listen to the teacher, I've never done my homework
Mama, and if the police lock me away, it’s bеcause you had a black baby
And I vowed of being hardcorе, until death
You told me :“Kid, you’re wrong, the world is full of things that you're ignorant of
Very often, the weapons are there, but not the murderer
Too often, the tears are there, but not the heart
Me, I only have my family, no friends
Enemies, and this melody
Me, I only have my family
No friends, in this b*t*h of a life
Problems, enemies, and this melody
This melody, this melody
The scars have opened my soul, I am with no ties
Between the sky and the flames, my demons play hide and seek
If I had to choose between all these racks and all these b*t*hes
I would take the money, cause money is the baddest pu**y
And I'm made of black Gold like oil, city lights are my fireflies
On all terrains like the Patrol, doesn't matter as long as I hit the jackpot
We wither in the last alcool percents proof, dreaming about Cape Canaveral
Of white from Panama with my rats in the Panamera
I only know about being a bandit, light years away from Gandhi
I'm in my sphere while, the universe expand
I crush all rampart, dark is my unvarnished truth
Of french rap I take possession, 93 on the flag
