DTF – Le Boulot (English lyrics)

1st verse (RKM) :
When I’m not well, people leave me
Your girl is a bitch, you have to keep her on a leash
Ready to suck me for two, three grams of hash
Homie, there’s the success but things are still tough
I’m still down stairs
Look for me, you’ll find meeeee
I gave you a hand but you chopped my arm off
I don’t give a shit about what you think anymore, I can’t hear you anyways
Berreta, Berreta, Berreta
I’m getting the work done, getting the work done, getting the work done
Berreta, Berreta, Berreta
I’m getting the work done, getting the work done, getting the work done
When hate and love starts french kissing, bad cocktail
I’m not even going to tell you all the problems
I did a hell of a clip, they only talked about the phone
I’m in the legend, like Pelé, I’m doing my thing
Can somebody hear me ?
I’ve got nothing of a rapper, yeah, I’m into music, I’m taking the money
You understand, I don’t have time for you
You say that you love me, but if I ever go to jail, will you be there for me ?
Tired of these dark rings under the eyes, but I can do better
To stick them up a big finger

Chorus :
I’m going crescendo, I’m not lingering, I’m getting the work done, the work, the work
Ah I’m disgusted, the bad luck sticks to me, haunts me
All night I’m alone, I don’t ask myself any questions and I try
I’m going crescendo, I’m not lingering, I’m getting the work done, the work, the work
Ah I’m disgusted, the bad luck sticks to me, haunts me
All night I’m alone, I don’t ask myself any quelstions and I try

2nd verse (RTI) :
It’s best to be alone than in bad company
Back where we’re from, the little red ridding hood has hash in her basket
Oh yeah, I’m irritated, it’s everything for the sums
All of a sudden everything accelerates, I consume green, that’s my retarder
Your favorite rappers, you fantisize about about who they really are
It’s nothing but a movie, you must not count on them
I’m smoking, I’m smoking, I’m on the roof, I’m looking at the stars
I need to escape, escape, in the french rap game I have to leave my trace
I recognize the hypocrite that forces himself to smile
If there’s something, I’ll see who will run
I won’t let go, the fam’ homie, even if I suffer from it
Homie, like every one of us, for my mother I can die
You just got your paycheck, you blew it at the Quinté
It’s a pain in your ass, you come around loafing on the dope spot
Routine check, the cops passed through
I’m hiding in the car, behind the tainted glasses
It’s true that you’re crazy, but you’re not stacked
I’m fucking my health up, weed in the rizla
I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown, my stair is into space
I see myslef on the moon, taking a stroll on a Vespa

I’m going crescendo, I’m not lingering, I’m getting the work done, the work, the work
Ah I’m disgusted, the bad luck sticks to me, haunts me
All night I’m alone, I don’t ask myself any questions and I try
I’m going crescendo, I’m not lingering, I’m getting the work done, the work, the work
Ah I’m disgusted, the bad luck sticks to me, haunts me
All night I’m alone, I don’t ask myself any quelstions and I try

I’m going screscendoooo
I’m going screscendoooo
I’m not lingering
I’m getting the work done, the work, the work