F430 – Que la fafa (English lyrics)

1st verse (Sensei) :
Everything for my loved ones, no, you’re not on the list
I know who was there and who wasn’t during the crisis
We’re buzzing and there’s money, I see them coming
No one at the other end of the phone, I was solo back when things were hard
No new friends, bro, it’s nothing but the F
Only the blood, don’t stick your nose in my business
I worked day and night, I cultivated my anger
I’m kind of like Eren, my only cause of living is to murk them
My eyes are set on the prize, I don’t know who you are, what are you talking about
I’m seeing all those bitches selling their asses, I don’t slow down in the corners
It’s the fam’, not those bastards that we take with us
It was all I had, my friend, back when I had nothing, everything for the gang

Chorus (Jet) :
Everyday that God makes
I ask the Lord to allow me to murk them
I remember, bro, back when I was going through hard times
Back when I was at war, no one was helping me
It took me some time to get over it
Like a man, I had to get over it
I unsubscribed from the misery
Send the things over, I’m gonna show them
Nothing but the fam’, oh (squad, squad, squad, squad, squad)
Nothing but the fam’, oh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Nothing but the fam’, oh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Nothing but the fam’, oh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

2nd verse (Jet) :
Without the fam’, I wouldn’t be here today, I gotta be careful not to disappoint them, there’s people that are counting on me
Now that I’ve taken the first step, I can’t stop now
The streets are ruthless, don’t try to act tough when you know that you’re not built that way
Advice from brother to brother, don’t neglect it, don’t listen to all the bum’s
If only you knew how the the road was blocked
If only you knew how naive I was
I used to think that everyone liked me, in reality
But no one wanted to help me, but
As an ex drug dealer, ah
I know how to get back on track, ah
Having a few euro bills, ah
In order to get the F430, squad
I gotta keep away from all the negative vibes
I have a few flaws
Like wanting to help the everyone, when my own situation is tight
I could die for the gang, I could die for the gang
Sacrifice my time in prison, I had to remove the angel from my shoulder

Chorus (Jet) :
Everyday that God makes
I ask the Lord to allow me to murk them
I remember, bro, back when I was going through hard times
Back when I was at war, no one was helping me
It took me some time to get over it
Like a man, I had to get over it
I unsubscribed from the misery
Send the things over, I’m gonna show them
Nothing but the fam’, oh (squad, squad, squad, squad, squad)
Nothing but the fam’, oh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Nothing but the fam’, oh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Nothing but the fam’, oh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

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