Hornet La Frappe - Je pense à toi (English lyrics)

Intro :
I’m in my sport scar, I’m thinking about you
I’m loading up my gun, I’m taking things upon me
I’m in my sport scar, I’m thinking about you
I’m loading up my gun, I’m taking things upon me

1st verse :
Busted at the police station after a salivary test
Doing jail time over here is hereditary
Chasing a woman, chasing your downfall
There’s no more sincerity nor loyalty
You think that you know me, I’m still getting to know myself
No one believed me, God is the one who gives, amen
Mama won’t have anymore problems paying rent again in her life
You think that I’ll leave my chance slip away
Grammes of that good shit, when it’s served well, it sells
Supplying the dope spot, making a killing since I started putting them in my video clips
Serving the fiends, they hunt you down like Chucky
Chupa ma pinga dans ma loc’ Audi (??)
I get all the chicas wet when I put on the autotune
We aim for the legs, we don’t aim for the moon anymore

Pre chorus :
Gotta make money money, bro
Gotta make money money, bro
Gotta get up get up and make them
Gotta get up get up and make them
Gotta make money money, bro
Gotta make money money, bro
Gotta get up get up and make them
Gotta get up get up and make them

Chorus :
I’m in my sport scar, I’m thinking about you
(I’m in my sport scar, I’m thinking about you)
I’m loading up my gun, I’m taking things upon me
(I’m loading up my gun, I’m taking things upon me)
I’m in my sport scar, I’m thinking about you
(I’m in my sport scar, I’m thinking about you)
I’m loading up my gun, I’m taking things upon me
(I’m loading up my gun, I’m taking things upon me)
I’ve got a dozen problems but I’m thinking about you
Putting one in your heart so you can think about me
Over we trust our feelings and to each his fate
Revenge will be terrible, I just keep thinking about you

2nd verse :
I’m posted up down stair, Clio 3 with no bumper
Don’t under estimate the homies, we’re getting by
Our lives can be summed up at pleading guilty, pleading guilty
Paying the dowry for some slut that will suck another guy’s dick
Life is hard, so are our balls
I’m thinking on the futur, on leaving this place
I’m proud like a Turk, like a guy that comes from Tizi
I dream about the beach, the palm trees and the beach chair
Then I wake up, a brother’s in jail because of a drug transaction
It’s been hard to make money lately
The helicopter is doing the turn of the projects
The job contract of the projects : a “noon to midnight”
Modern drug dealer, the Jacques Mesrine days are over
Give me your heart, if it’s not fragile
I’m waiting on my hour, I’m not talking about my tragic end