Lacrim – Grande Armée (English lyrics)


Chorus :
I’m not hit, no one is going to lay us down
There’s God to protect us
Yeah, destiny touched us
Why are you guys mad at us ?
It’s like you arrive near les Champs by foot but you don’t have the money
I want my kids to live in a kingdom
Piles of money
On the croisette, I’ll still sell you guys something in order for you to put in your noses
Motherfucker, we just got out of prison, we’re making a difference
Baby, don’t worry, I leave nothing but deads behind all of my music

Verse :
Hey, I just got out of the slammers, a little buff, I said goodbye to the grease
But I know that your homie met with your enemies in order to give them your adress
You must always be careful, from the sight of the savings, I shocked the court clerk
Would have she suck your dick in 5 minutes if her ass wasn’t on the Ferrari’s leather seats ?
The streets I know them by heart, really, every sector
Her miseries and her wrongs, all the way to her doubts and her fears
Back where I’m from, the vilains are outside at 8 PM
They don’t know about Twitter
Whathever, sorry homie, you weren’t able to rhyme
You gotta have balls, never drift away
Lacrim, a safe fucking bet
He could sell his pair of socks for 2 bucks on eBay
Rancour only attratcs flames
The story of the human that is going to track down the beast
There’s some gossipers, worst than women
Those sons of bitches, they make your head hurt
Public housing resident, don’t worry bro, resistant
I get out of prison, I make more money than the President
Homie, this morning I was in the prison’s corridor at Fresnes
Tonight, on Avenue de la Grande Armée
I’m thinking on my homies, my homies while waiting to get heavily condemned
We want to see the world, to eat it, lift it up with our two hands
Why would I go and track each one of them down ? Now I know where they will be tommorow
I used to live in the street, I slept when I was little, where the misery takes a stroll
Today I’ve grown, I’ve got a hell of a patio, a view on the whole of Paris
Yeah I’ve got blood on my hands, thousands of 100 euro bills, but you know that no matter what they say
I started out with nothing and I plan on leaving a few hotels to my son
No more adultery, if our women catch us they won’t scratch us
I want my daugther to be filled with pride to know that her father sacrificed himself so much
Yeah, I’m the ghetto Arab, forced to accumulate victories, defeats
And I’m going to make a killing, you can shut the fuck up, homie
You speak about history as if you ever made it

Chorus :
I’m not hit, no one is going to lay us down
There’s God to protect us
Yeah, destiny touched us
Why are you guys mad at us ?
It’s like you arrive near les Champs by foot but you don’t have the money
I want my kids to live in a kingdom
Piles of money
On the croisette, I’ll still sell you guys something in order for you to put up in your noses
Motherfucker, we just got out of prison, we’re making a difference
Baby, don’t worry, I leave nothing but deads behind all of my music

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