F430 – Analogue (English lyrics)

Chorus (Jet) :
Sick of being taken for a lil’ prick, they took me for a liar
The things I’ve seen are worthy of a drug lord, like El Chapo
Sick of being a bad boy, nowadays I make real music
Nowadays everybody is in Sensei X Guapo mode
Who keeps bringing new flow, who ? Who makes you pull up ?
Who keeps bringing new flow, who makes you pull up ?
Who keeps bringing new flow, who ? Who makes you pull up ?
Who keeps bringing new flow, Sensei X Guapo

Verse (Sensei) :
Please, don’t hurt my head
There’s something that I have to get done
I think that we better change, air
It doesn’t pay enough in the projects, in reality
So I took time, to learn
To not loose, my time anymore
I’m laying the game down horizontally, honey, pack your luggage, we’re leaving
I dream of doing enough good in order to sweep away the bad that I’ve done
In the hustle, the misery in the viewfinder, bang bang bang, we had to do it, my brother
In the brain, nothing but that dope shit and the soundtrack of the “Z”, we’re making sense out of all this, we’re putting some “F” into it

Chorus (Jet) :
Sick of being taken for a lil’ prick, they took me for a liar
The things I’ve seen are worthy of a drug lord, like El Chapo
Sick of being a bad boy, nowadays I make real music
Nowadays everybody is in Sensei X Guapo mode
Who keeps bringing new flow, who ? Who makes you pull up ?
Who keeps bringing new flow, who makes you pull up ?
Who keeps bringing new flow, who ? Who makes you pull up ?
Who keeps bringing new flow, Sensei X Guapo

Verse (Jet) :
Who brings the new flow ?
Who doesn’t give a fuck about rap ?
Who only wants to set his homies up ?
Tell me because I can’t see
Do you know how I managed to bring the whole building together ?
Supplied all the bums
Avoided the fucking anti crime police brigade
Slept in abandoned buildings
What did you expect my homie ?
We’re known all the way to Meuda, a photo here, a photo there
I think I’m doing my thing
Dude, I’m rolling me up a blunt, shout out to all the guys from my projects
Those who tell me, bro, you gotta blow, those who gave me strength
Those who helped me to never give up, when in my head everything got confused
Nothing too bad, just some scars, that you can see between my neck and my coccyx

Chorus (Jet) :
Sick of being taken for a lil’ prick, they took me for a liar
The things I’ve seen are worthy of a drug lord, like El Chapo
Sick of being a bad boy, nowadays I make real music
Nowadays everybody is in Sensei X Guapo mode
Who keeps bringing new flow, who ? Who makes you pull up ?
Who keeps bringing new flow, who makes you pull up ?
Who keeps bringing new flow, who ? Who makes you pull up ?
Who keeps bringing new flow, Sensei X Guapo