Gradur – Jamais (English lyrics)

1st verse :
There’s a lot of faggots that are talking shit about me, my nigga, I don’t give a fuck
If you want to shoot, then shot, my vest doesn’t feel anything
I want to make money, I don’t want to pick up anymore bullets
My god, give me a good girl, I’m tired of only fucking bitches doggy style
I was struck by fame, ever since, all these bitches have been getting wet
And when the buzz goes out, tell me does it rust ?
A homie is like an arab brother, so be careful with his sister
You fucked her, you ended up dead, naked, killed by her brother
Sheguey, you have to respect the laws, especially the laws of the street
Or else you’re going to get yourself shot on the sidewalks in my street
Or in a Subaru, à la Tupac Amaru
I’m staying in my lane, I avoid whisky and road accidents
Down blow bottles in the club on bitches, that’s called showing off
Hustle in order to buy a villa for mom in Africa
Do concerts in Zaire, see all the haters get jealous of us
Pray to god, for him to keep me away from all the fake friends that would love to betray me

Chorus (x2) :
I’m going to make money in the rap game, and they’ll never see me again
I’m writing lyrics high off Jack, with a big blunt of amnesia
I passed all of my enemies and they’ll never see me again
Never, never

2nd verse :
I’m drinking life from the bottle, continuing my job
I’ll stop when I’ll be played by Pascal and Bouneau
It’s not rap that made me eat, so I went out and worked
It’s not the proteins that got me big, it’s the pondu and the mafé
A blue rebel like Yann M’Villa, you can even ask Bafé
Seeing my fans out during concert, yeah homie, that’s dope
Seeing them sing at every show, not having to worry too much about the SACEM
And all those fake friends that come towards you , filled with all their evil toughs
Arabs, whites and blacks, just know that the buzz is complex
I say to myself that it can leave at any moment, like my ex did
So, I work hard, like a soldier at the military barracks
I don’t want the cops to take me in, not even for them to rough me up
Randomly judged, because of my ebonic color
Being a victim of discrimination in France, that hurts
Yeah, I’ll admit to you that it hurts me, so I dream of leaving
I’m going to make my money in the rap game and they’ll never see me again

Chorus (x2) :
I’m going to make money in the rap game, and they’ll never see me again
I’m writing lyrics high off Jack, with a big blunt of amnesia
I passed all of my enemies and they’ll never see me again
Never, never