DTF – J’ai vu (English lyrics)


1st verse (RTI) :
I come through smoothly in the thing, I’m still the same
I’m going through all kind of shit, I’ll resume my problems
I was able to remain strong, even when the bad luck came around
There’s rap, there’s the business, if you’re not legit, I’ll fuck you up
If you’re not legit, yeah, I’ll fuck you up
I rather repeat it in case they come around
If you’re not legit, yeah, I’ll fuck you up
I rather repeat it in case they come around
I make nothing but illicit money
I’m slangin for my fam’
Hash under my dick, pay the price
I light me up a joint up, and the scent, attracts the fiends
I get the claws out for the money
I’m making my taga taga (??)
Yeah, I’m facing the moon, c’est de la ba-ta-ta-ta (??)
It enriches my pen
You lose your anger if no one worries (??)
A part from that, I’m drowning in loneliness, things are smelling like trouble
Attached to the street, to it’s yob rule
I wanted money and money so much, I saw myself sinking
Yeah, life is hard, yeah, it’s hard, yeah, it’s hard homie, I don’t have anything to prove

Chorus :
I saw people kill each other or shine
I saw time, at the horizon, shinning
I often saw, the good and the bad join forces
I often hear that a friend becomes a traitor when it comes to money
Que pasa, que pasa, que pasa
I’m trippin, ma guapa
Que pasa, que pasa, que pasa
Mmmh, mmmh, ah yeah
Que pasa, que pasa, que pasa
I’m trippin, ma guapa
Que pasa, que pasa, que pasa
Mmmh, mmmh, ah yeah

2nd verse (RKM) :
I’m trippin, my guapa
There’s only my feet that remember
That’s I’ve been walking in circles, my demons are haunting me, I wake up
I remember the (???)
Impatient, I’m waiting on payday
I’m trippin, my guapa
I’m smoking my joint and I’m talking to my bottle
11.43 in the boxers, you’ll start acting less like Toto Riina
Call me the Keyser Söze
I’ll XXX à Tchikita (??)
We’re doing or thing
We get the Ruinart or the Veuve Cliquot poppin
So in the mouth there’s a cigar from Puerto Rico
In the building’s hallway it’s cold, no choice, we’re waiting on the pesos
I’m trippin, my guapa
In my head it’s a mess, chico
24/7, I’m after the profits
But my pockets are empty, amigo
I want the tripple 7, like at the casino
Homie, things are though

Chorus :
I saw people kill each other or shine
I saw time, at the horizon, shinning
I often saw, the good and the bad join forces
I often hear that a friend becomes a traitor when it comes to money
Que pasa, que pasa, que pasa
I’m trippin, ma guapa
Que pasa, que pasa, que pasa
Mmmh, mmmh, ah yeah
Que pasa, que pasa, que pasa
I’m trippin, ma guapa
Que pasa, que pasa, que pasa
Mmmh, mmmh, ah yeah

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