DTF – Mon Gamos (English lyrics)

1st verse (RTI) :
Life is gang, I make a lot of efforts,  still in a shit hole
The town is waking up, the wolves are going to bed, I still have this sour taste of anger
She plays hard to get but for the buzz, she acts like a whore
The night time is falling, the wolves are waking up, I’m thinking, tonight, we’re gonna fuck shit up
Shout out to all the envious ones, I’m raising my bottle to all of your envies
Locked up in the building for hours, you would think that the projects are cursed
Yeah, I turned in circles, yeah, I turned in circle for hours like a zombie
And when I go up on stage, the whole projects starts to clap
A good blunt of paki like back in the days and I become lazy
But what’s the matter with you complaining all the time ? Capricious
Your plans will work only if you keep silence
You gotta get out the streets before those sons of bitches start to testify

Pre chorus (RKM) :
Every day that god grants me, I wake up, I make money
Bring your Carte vital, the building is like a hospital
You want some coca ? We’ll cut it with some Doliprane
Bring your Carte vital, the building is like a hospital

Chorus (RKM & RTI) :
In my car, in my car
I’m smoking my blunt, I’m smoking that good shit
In my car, in my car
I’m smoking my blunt, I’m smoking that good shit
In my car, in my car
I’m smoking my blunt, I’m smoking that good shit
In my car, in my car
I’m smoking my blunt, I’m smoking that good shit

2nd verse (RKM) :
I would love to make efforts, alas, I don’t have time
I gotta make money before the wind goes away
My bad luck started with building C
I didn’t dick ride anyone homie, I didn’t lie
Betrayal hurts like a tooth ache
I don’t give a fuck if you talk to demons, I make them dance
And at night, I count my money down in the basement of building D
Everything that I have, I took it alone, I didn’t ask anyone
The jealous ones start hating when I kill it on the scene
No smile on my face, we tasted the hard life for too long
The eastern weapons we hid them down in the basement
Turn your phone back on, I got some good shit from Culiacan

Pre chorus (RKM) :
Every day that god grants me, I wake up, I make money
Bring your Carte vital, the building is like a hospital
You want some coca ? We’ll cut it with some Doliprane
Bring your Carte vital, the building is like a hospital

Chorus (RKM & RTI) :
In my car, in my car
I’m smoking my blunt, I’m smoking that good shit
In my car, in my car
I’m smoking my blunt, I’m smoking that good shit
In my car, in my car
I’m smoking my blunt, I’m smoking that good shit
In my car, in my car
I’m smoking my blunt, I’m smoking that good shit

Outro (RTI) :
I’m smoking that good shit (X3)