DTF ft. N.O.S (PNL)- Avant de partir (English lyrics)


1st verse (RKM) :
I’m on a bench, I’m smoking, I’m thinking
Me and my acolytes, we want to fuck the world up
This is Dans Ta Face, the little kids motivates us
Igo fais pas de se-pha si tu fais pas la sse-pa (??)
I’ll tackle you, homie
There’s drug dealers in the building’s hallway, the fiends don’t have to queue up
Yet, the anti crime brigade comes through, understand the reason why I’m hard
Down in the basement, I’m rapping and Casper is doing my adlibs
I’m smoking a big blunt of weed and I’m giggling, homie
Shake my hand, don’t hug me
Yesterday you were acting good, today, you’re nothing but a dog
The days are repeating themselves, humans are traitors
Life is gang to gang
The girl is hot, it’s not that I don’t like you
But hey, I have to make money
And so, I don’t go back home with empty pockets, I’m down stairs 24/7
My stomach is rumbling, my balls are full, I’m shooting in the crowd, I’m shooting in the crowd, I’ll twist your soul, son
Yeah, I’m under amnesia, posted up in the car
If I’m serving the fiends, homie, it’s only because I’m starving
In front of the building’s hallway, my lips are chapped, it’s cold
I slanged all night
Rings under my eyes, I wanted the money
I understood, yeah, I understood

Chorus (RKM & RTI) :
And I’m escaping from my hood, visiting the moon chico, chico, chico
But before leaving, I have to provide for the fam’, homie, homie, homie
And I’m escaping from my hood, visiting the moon chico, chico, chico
But before leaving, I have to provide for the fam’, homie, homie, homie

2nd verse (N.O.S) :
I need calm, silence, money
In the south of Paris, QLF at the top, forgetting about it
I cant’, I can’t (I’m counting the money over), I don’t live
I’m leaving you all the fans (the world), in exchange for the flames
[Hey ma Iga]
Call me on my lyca
And I’m forgetting about my dreams, to don’t end up like them

Chorus (RKM & RTI) :
And I’m escaping from my hood, visiting the moon chico, chico, chico
But before leaving, I have to provide for the fam’, homie, homie, homie
And I’m escaping from my hood, visiting the moon chico, chico, chico
But before leaving, I have to provide for the fam’, homie, homie, homie

3rd verse (RTI) :
I have too much worries in mind
The problems are pilling up, we don’t give a fuck about your life, I want money
I rap about my life, even about the problems that we cause
I’m in my cloud and then I start to get bored
I’m staring at the void, and so, I’m starting to think back on the consequences
I’m spending money, and I’m starting over again
The tables turn without stopping, they don’t have any brakes, will never stop
We don’t wait on the storm to arm ourselves, I’m coming back stronger this year
Sometimes we probably did bad things without wanting to
Yeah, sometimes I feel lost, blinded by the fog
Yeah, I want to be the prince of the town
Surrounded by my loved ones, filling up my pockets
Touch the fam’ and we’ll damage you
We remain strong in every struggle, I have to make it out
The streets, I’ll run away from her, that’s for sure
QLF as legendary as a centaur
DTF, we’re on our way, accelerate and switch the gears up
The beat is slow or fast, yeah we remain strong, so we vary
Making a million for the family
You talk shit behind people’s back, what’s wrong with you, Manny
Wallah, if you touch them, it’s over for you, over, over

Chorus (RKM & RTI) :
And I’m escaping from my hood, visiting the moon chico, chico, chico
But before leaving, I have to provide for the fam’, homie, homie, homie
And I’m escaping from my hood, visiting the moon chico, chico, chico
But before leaving, I have to provide for the fam’, homie, homie, homie

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