Lacrim - Freestyle 17 Novembre (English lyrics)

Intro :
They cast the evil eye on me, I have a hard time climbing
Up in your mother’s pussy, y’a du poil a gratter (??)
You’re a little bum from the 94, me I’m on the dope spot
Apparently you’re trying to kill me, you better not miss me

1st verse :
I hear them at night when I’m sleeping, I smell the scent of the fried chicken
You better pray you never see us going wild, date of death on the calendar
Nah homie, this isn’t the dashboard, this is just the ashtray
I won’t reply, all of those little shits would like to climb on my back in order to shine
Homie, I don’t like laziness, sabes me gusta dinero bébé no quiere cares
I’m drinking some good old whine with her at 2 AM, parked in front of the cliff
We’re looking at the moon, sometimes when we make eye contact, I can tell that she’s at ease
A little problem, I know that the only thing on her mind is loving me, the only thing on my mind is filing up the briefcase
I function with life the same way she functions
I’m a hunting lion and I only show respect to the lioness
Sometimes threats come off better when you say them with a wise voice tone
When your loved ones are crying your death, I’m on the beach getting a tan, Lacrim

Bridge :
I remember, I used to go to school to rob, you used to be begging for cigarettes
The anti crime brigade and the prosecutor were on our ass
Prison sentences where there to stop us, he wanted to off us
Once we got out, our hunger grew, it’s a catastrophe

Chorus :
People always say that you get what you deserve
I swear on my mother’s life you’ll never see me riding a Vélib’
Me too I’ve got a blah blah blah, I’ll hit you even if you’re a fast runner
The 3.5.7 is dedicated, I know that you mistook it for a toy
Why live nervously, I’m sending many roses to the enemies
The younger generation is full of vip’, they can fuck you up in front of you friends
Nothing can match me, I fear God not bullets
The force of a woman that leaves everything behind in order to follow you when you’re on the run

2nd verse :
2 000 euros is the price of my Gucci, but I’ll be naked when I die
There’s too many cops, I smoke too much hash, there’s too many bitches, I make too much money
They’re noses are all in it, yeah homie, I’m selling, I’m not high homie
Don’t get hooked on your own product, you’ll do good, make that money homie
Tonight I’m fresh, I’m in a crazy loft
I’m dropping RIPRO 3, the 17th of November, I’m not stressed
My God, tell me why am I paying so much for a life that I haven’t stolen
Your lipstick is red like your shoe soles, may my vices be brought to light to you
I see my Rolex and I say to myself “mashallah, you’ve defeated many”
I’m killing time, I’m still young, (??)
I’m there for them, homie (it goes), gotta reload it, homie (it goes)
Your gray hair, homie (it goes), they’re acting like big shots, their weapon is a mic
Yeah the swimming pool is heated, in a bathrobe, I’m outside drinking
I do nothing but dirt they’re angry, he, he, yeah

Chorus :
People always say you get what you deserve
I swear on my mother’s life you’ll never see me riding a Vélib’
Me too I’ve got a blah blah blah, I’ll hit you even if you’re a fast runner
The 3.5.7 is dedicated, I know that you mistook it for a toy
Why live nervously, I’m sending many roses to the enemies
The younger generation is full of vip’, they can fuck you up in front of you friends
Nothing can match me, I fear God not bullets
The force of a woman that leaves everything behind in order to follow you when you’re on the run