DTF – Ouais (English lyrics)

Intro :
Don’t listen to them, they talk about the streets but they don’t live it
Hands made for gold but they’re in deep shit

1st verse (RKM) :
Don’t listen to them, they talk about the streets but they don’t live it
They talk about shooting but in reality, homie they don’t act
Don’t fall for their comedy
Little brother I’m far from being an example
LIfe is hard, mahlich, I clench my fist, I clench my teeth
24/7 in the building’s hallway homie, there, I start to think
I see the little kids playing soccer with hopes of making it
Mama, your son is going to the end of his dreams
And if I get knock, send me letters
I’m posted up in the building’s hallway, I dream about having my Audi
I spoke to my luck, she told me I was cursed
I think on my brothers in jail, I feel like doing crazy things
I’m rolling my joint, I’m looking at the moon, homie I’m drinking
The street, the street, you love her but she makes you suffer
Ready to give your life up, and the sheitan smiles
I have twice more anger when I rap on the stage
I don’t have any luck, my heart is bugged, I’m throwing away my cell phone
I have twice more anger when I rap on the stage
I don’t have any luck, my heart is bugged, I’m throwing away my cell phone
The street, the street, you love her but she makes you suffer
Homie, I keep smiling

Chorus (Rti & RKM) 2X :
Yeah
I’m struggling in the bend’ my friend
Homie, your bitch, she likes Sosa too much
No friends, I’m smoking my joint uner the rain
I pass it over to Clochette, she speaks konichiwa
I’m raging, I’m seeing death
I wake up, the sheitan gives me kisses
Hands made for gold but they’re in deep shit

2nd verse (Rti) :
Often unsatisfied because I know that I can do better
Yeah, I want to leave the projects, after a while it gets boring
Things were tough, on the bar of hash and I was cutting strips
Hey, I’m becoming paranoid, I would feel lazy, j’ai plus l’annexe (??)
Ehh pepe ehh ehh, ehh pepe ehh ehh
Don’t come adventure yourself in the zone at night
Homie, it’s wild
Ehh pepe ehh ehh, ehh pepe ehh ehh
Success is turnig it’s back on me, that’s too bad
I rap in my town, I know it could be worst
For my mother, I’ll make an empire
The streets end up seducing us
A fiend passes, I sight
I’m feeling lazy but I serve-serve his clique
I fuck my voice up in concert-cert
Je fais mon inser’-ser’ (??)
I’ll end up getting used to it
My staire is side ways and I’ve got a smile on my lips
I’m in the network, here comes the problems
Those were the good days, we were playing soccer, we were doing flips
Grew up in the projects, we were making money others were eating la gamète (??)
I’m still tripping, making a killing, I’m making it my business
I admit, you’re not that good, leave me alone, the melody is calling me
You know, life was harder years back
Hey, I make mistakes everyday, I end up forgetting to pray
I’m posted up on a bench, I’m rolling my blunt, I’m killing time
I smile but I’m not happy
They make phases a little too often

Chorus (Rti & RKM) 2X :
Yeah
I’m struggling in the bend’ my friend
Homie, your bitch, she likes Sosa too much
No friends, I’m smoking my joint uner the rain
I pass it over to Clochette, she speaks konichiwa
I’m raging, I’m seeing death
I wake up, the sheitan gives me kisses
Hands made for gold but they’re in deep shit

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