DTF – Dans le noir (English lyrics)

1st verse (RKM) :
Hola que tal? Tchécoslovaque
Things are cold as hell for my wolves, it’s storming
Drunk off Vodka, homie, I become demonic
La Vida Loca, I cut it with ammonia
I need money, you can keep your bitches
I need to feed the fam’, we stay down until late in the building’s hallway
Fuck, fuck, rats wearing ski masks my bitches
We kill each other at FIFA, we slang in the building’s hallway
Chico I’m ill, mentally sick, my life is a mess
I slang coke, at night, the thugs are strapped up on Paris
Get your ass out of the way, I want money, ma’am I’m not staying
You liked my rap but in front of me you act like it wasn’t all that
Keep your (??) me I’m moving away to Spain, la gente esta muy loca
Try us we’ll murk you, amigo amigo gimme those pesos
The inside of my pockets are grim
Amigo amigo, gimme those pesos, there’s nothing but real guys at my table
At my table, my brothers smoke weed and Jack, as always
It gets me on my nerves to see all those bitches talk shit about me

Chorus (RKM & RTI) (x2) :
I’m in the darkness, I’m starring at the moon
My pockets are empty, I need money
A hold up plan, if your friend doesn’t start acting like a bitch
Things get heated quickly, over nothing we end up on the front page

2nd verse (RTI) :
On a whim, I just decide to head down south, I need to get away
Drugs in my pants, always the same
The same habits, I need to take off, I need to get my mind off the streets
I arrive at the sea, no attitude change
I think back on my brother, the future will be tough
“don’t follow the example, don’t hang out in the streets
Do things the right way, stay in school”
When I go out, I join the team
I arrive in the projects doing fish tails
Here’s my clique, since my youngest age
We did all kind of bullshit, we evaded prison
Tell them to shut up, in this business, out of speed, your guy will back stab you
Homie, deal with it, this is the misery
No more profits, homie, go get yourself together
We would like to change our lives around, feed our family
Protect, come close we’ll put an end to your life
I’ve got too many problems but I keep smiling
Rapping is my hobbie, it calms me down
I’ve got a bunch of complicated ideas, euro bills that I’ve spent
And I wasted my time down stairs weeded out
The little kids would like to imitate the streets
Pour valider (??), the game will be limited, the cops are coming

Chorus (RKM & RTI) (x2) :
I’m in the darkness, I’m starring at the moon
My pockets are empty, I need money
A hold up plan, if your friend doesn’t start acting like a bitch
Things get heated quickly, over nothing we end up on front page