Hornet La Frappe – Igo (English lyrics)

1st verse :
Chase after profits, don’t chase after fame
It’s true that back when we use to get around by foot it would get cold, I wanted a Cayenne
I’ll always go back to rue Marseilles like Payet
Those that will screw us over aren’t born yet, my brothers are shady
We invest in drugs, invade the prisons
The streets are like smoking, you swear that it’s tomorrow that you’ll quit
Having your VIP section in hell, isn’t good
I’m thinking back on all the brothers that are being buried and didn’t use to lent
Our mothers breastfeed us and collect their welfare checks
We want big salaries, we’re not bitches
We can light you up, these aren’t just words
We’re not just violent behind the 5D canon
Around here things are real, you need a “twelve to midnight” hustle in order to get yourself a pair of Nike TN
Hope is dead, barely 13 years old and they’ve already got your DNA
Flash of Polia in the stomach, keep hanging on to fate, hell isn’t a sauna
Making money stacks, is exciting
Love back where I’m from is a two way street
Getting sentenced to the same amount of time as a rapist for selling hash
It’s only normal that our brothers go mad
We pull our guns out more often than we get released from prison
It rains bullets no matter the season, pe-fra

Chorus :
Wesh homie
Homie, I need to get some air
Homie, posted up downstairs of the block , I’m thinking
Cell phone switched off, I’m not answering to anyone
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know how to manage anymore
I drank, I drank, I drank more than one glass
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know how to manage anymore
I drank, I drank, I drank more than one glass
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know how to manage anymore

2nd verse :
Nothing but dope shit that we try to slang
Finish your blunt and go home it’s getting late
The things that make us believe that life is good
Is this mixture in the Vittel bottle
Revenge is raw, who would’ve thought
You can get yourself light up over a brunette
Your murderer can wake up in the morning
Drink his coffee like nothing happened without remorses
Little beauty, clear eyes and brown hair
If tomorrow I happen to sink, will you run away ?
You wanted Channel, I wanted your pussy
So I seduced you, you didn’t get your bag
We take risks, we’re conscious about it
High at 6 am driving on the wrong side
I’m at the back of the night club, I don’t want to be seen
I’m topping out the sixth gear, until I blow the gearbox
I felt all alone in front of all my problems
I felt so good knowing that I needed no one
Back in my projects things are hazy, back when I was struggling where were you ?
Everything disgusts me but I remain standing
You can train your biceps, your triceps, your shoulders
One bullet to the spine and it’s the end of the episode
It’s the dopespot that validates me, don’t try to thrown dirt on my name
It’s real and deadly, I’m raging, it’s Saïd’s fault

Chorus :
Wesh homie
Homie, I need to get some air
Homie, posted up downstairs of the block , I’m thinking
Cell phone switched off, I’m not answering to anyone
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know how to manage anymore
I drank, I drank, I drank more than one glass
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know how to manage anymore
I drank, I drank, I drank more than one glass
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know how to manage anymore

Outro :
I drank, I drank, I drank more than one glass
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know how to manage anymore
I drank, I drank, I drank more than one glass
I don’t know, I don’t know how to manage anymore
Wesh homie
Homie, I don’t know, I don’t know how to manage anymore
I don’t know, I don’t know how to manage anymore
I don’t know, I don’t know how to manage anymore

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