LACRIM – On l’a pas choisi (English lyrics)

Intro :
A-A
AWA the mafia, my nigga

1st verse :
I’m a little disgusted, I should have listened to you, and fucked up all those sons of bitches so they can fear us
A killo, I’m cutting it with some max, be careful, don’t leave any fingerprints if you don’t want to end up at Fresnes
There’s nothing that I regret, I’m eating, I went up in ranking, my father retired, this winter, I’m taking him to Crete
Of course, I’m a millionaire because we only lend to the rich
Of course, I’m a visionary, it’s amongst your loved one that there’s traitors
I would have gotten a “DZ” tattoo, I would have gotten a 2Pac tattoo, the best of defenses son of a bitch, is attack
You call the “17”, me, I pull it out of my side pouch to shoot holes in your biceps, parabellum, it’s very easy
Life : a distance running, you’re in a rush, there’s no need to worry, no one knows who you are
Being well equipped, you know what that means, I fired shots at the past, it’s gonna touch the future
In the restaurant, a beef ribs that I digest with a blunt
A hell of a rent on Marbella, never under my name, that’s for the cops

Chorus :
This life style, we didn’t chose it, a guy from the south, Parisian
Proud of time I spent in jail at Nanterre and the fights at the police station
With my homies, we used to ride around at night, I’m smoking hash, I’m starving
We used to cause pain to our mothers, she cried liters of water
How much money did I spend on lawyer fees ? I don’t know brother, too much
How many bastards would love to kill us ? Life, is just like in Scarface
And to all the jealous haters make one misstep, I’m waiting for you, you sons of bitches
Of course there’s weapons if there’s a war, long riffles and barrels

2nd verse :
A Tokarev in the Urus, some Americans and some Russians, I’m the guy that you see going at 200 km/h on the bus lane
I don’t deny myself anything, on my bed : the medusa, you talk shit, then you suck dick, homie, we lived this
Having a big dope spot that makes 20K per day, you’ll never see the light of the day if one day I break your ass
Yeah, things are getting out of hand, my God prepare me, homie, if I was dead none of those sons of bitches would be talking about me
Mankind is a traitor, greedy, evil, they’re gonna push me into commiting a mistake and I’m gonna come fuck them up
For my little piece of paradies, I’ve been through hell, they put me in jail and I did 8 years

Chorus :
This life style, we didn’t chose it, a guy from the south, Parisian
Proud of time I spent in jail at Nanterre and the fights at the police station
With my homies, we used to ride around at night, I’m smoking hash, I’m starving
We used to cause pain to our mothers, she cried liters of water
How much money did I spend on lawyer fees ? I don’t know brother, too much
How many bastards would love to kill us ? Life, is just like in Scarface
And to all the jealous haters make one misstep, I’m waiting for you, you sons of bitches
Of course there’s weapons if there’s a war, long riffles and barrels

LACRIM – On l’a pas choisi (English lyrics)

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