Lacrim - Carte de vieillesse (English lyrics)

Intro :
Val-de-Marne, You need to know that we don’t fuck around
I only back down in front of my father
They’re watching me, they think that I’ve changed
But my legs still get weak every time I see pearls

1st verse :
This is something that they should all be worried about
I’m coming and I’m prepared
Salam to all my drug dealers
That hustle all trough Paris
Homie, we’re not the type to front
I just copped the latest Bulgari
A hundred bottles on new years eve
Hold on a second, my team is on their way
Oh my god, yeah, I’ve been trough hell
Today, I can have revenge
You know, once you start laying six feet under ground
It will be too late for you to change me
You gotta have ambition in life
Back where I’m from, you need to start making money at an early age
Stop trying to act tough
A glass of water is enough to have you overflowed
A glass of water
Yeah, that’s right, I fucked your mom
I don’t even see you in the rear view mirror anymore
Just take a look at the stats
The judges aren’t very happy
Fingerprints and ballistics
There won’t be no evidences for those clowns
Reah !

Chorus :
You fucking bitches
All the real street guys, I’m the one that represents them (bitches)
No more fist fights, no more police raids (bitches, bitches)
We need to make it to a milli before they burry us
All those rappers are cute, they leave me comments
You fucking bitches
I’ll give them an old age card (bitches)
The streets took my heart and fucked up my childhood (bitches, bitches)
I’ve got a spot waiting for me in hell ( you fucking bitches)
In the main time, we need to find a way out of the hood

2nd verse :
In the main time, we need to find a way out of the hood
They found traces of DNA, rubber gloves
I need to get on my grind and get the hell away from here
A gun and 40 000 euros in my jacket
I’m going to need a big cart, I swear on my life that I’m coming
Baby, I’m in the bank
Just smoke a cigarette and I’ll be there
Fuck your grand mother
I don’t give a shit if it rhymes
We need to make a killing like the Ferazis
Some good quality product
A bank account like Johnny Hallyday’s
All those guys that end up getting smoked
Like the cop would say : it’s just a modality
Our mentality : very solid and very well organized
You should stop trying to act tough
You’re just a coked out pussy
I spent all winter locked up in a jail cell, smoking hash’
I’ll need my brothers to smuggle me in a hundred grams
And a bottle at the next visit
I can see that the guys in front are starting to doubt me
I told you that you should’ve listened to me
You thought that there would be money for you in this rap game
All you’ll have is my dick to chew on

3rd verse :
Did you think about getting the money that you owe us, my arab friend ?
Life is hard out there, my arab friend
We’re used to seeing large amounts of money, my arab friend
The lil homies in the projects are making a killing
Val-de-Marne, you need to know that we don’t fuck around
I only back down in front of my father
They’re watching me, they think that I’ve changed
My legs still get weak every time I see pearls
I make music for the best of us
Every body is packing heat, heat
We have respect for every one
A man’s words are worth more than money, money
I’m part of those that are starving
Don’t you worry, in this business, we’re pros
I’m not the type to sit on the throne
Bro, there’s not enough room on it to fit me and my whole team