LACRIM – Radeau de la meduse (English lyrics)

Intro :
A-A
AWA the mafia, my nigga

Chorus :
Un lourd, deux lourds, no sharing, mom, bullet proof vest, hustle, AK47
Being on the run, a lifestyle that will fuck you up, koufars, snitches, police, road blocks
A million jealous people, the streets are dangerous, big police Renault Mégane cars, it takes big men
A million in cash, dressed like I live on the streets, what kind of shitty life is that ? What kind of shitty life is that ?
Un lourd, deux lourds, no sharing, mom, bullet proof vest, hustle, AK47
Being on the run, a lifestyle that will fuck you up, koufars, snitches, police, road blocks

1st verse :
Of course I fear the all mighty, my tears can prove it
For all the fake sicarios, I’ve got my bullet proof vest
I lost my mind, I lost my way home
A blurry vision, a wall is all I can see on the horizon
In the rap game, I’ve been through it all, in the projects, I’ve been in the dope spot, yeah
I’ve got two safety calibers, the vendetta, I took classes, yeah
In the rap game, I’ve been through it all, in the projects, I’ve been in the dope spot, yeah
I’ve got two safety calibers, the vendetta, I took classes, yeah
I’ve got money, I’ve got a daughter, I’ve got armed soldiers to put them six feet deep, for the women (??)
Men are going to Mars, you gotta bring them back down, men are going to Mars, you gotta bring them back down
9m’, 9 millimeter in order to take a stroll, we’ve got T-MAXs, trackers, we’re gonna find peace
We’ve got TMaxs, trackers, we’re gonna find peace, we’ve got soldiers, motorbikes, you’ll hear no one rapping, yeah

Chorus :
Un lourd, deux lourds, no sharing, mom, bullet proof vest, hustle, AK47
Being on the run, a lifestyle that will fuck you up, koufars, snitches, police, road blocks
A million jealous people, the streets are dangerous, big police Renault Mégane cars, it takes big men
A million in cash, dressed like I live on the streets, what kind of shitty life is that ? What kind of shitty life is that ?

2nd verse :
My brother, why get angry ? I know that deep down, you’re not mean
There’s no point getting attached, I get out my jail cell like I get out of my bedroom
My heart is cold like in Russia, there’s only my paycheck that can calm me down
Bring your ass over here, little bitch, let me to dip my worries
I hop in the 406, I drive at 210 km/h, I’ve got three bottle of gas, I won’t leave no evidence behind
I respect you if you’re a man, according to our relationship, I never admire anything, I’m on the ship, there’s no master on board
I’m a thug since little, are you kidding, we had nothing growing up
There was pasta, no Gucci, now I’ve got the plata and I’m investing
I’m not here to give you any gift, in hell, there won’t be any water
For the brothers, I’m on the raft, to my enemies, I’m a burden

Chorus :
Un lourd, deux lourds, no sharing, mom, bullet proof vest, hustle, AK47
Being on the run, a lifestyle that will fuck you up, koufars, snitches, police, road blocks
A million jealous people, the streets are dangerous, big police Renault Mégane cars, it takes big men
A million in cash, dressed like I live on the streets, what kind of shitty life is that ? What kind of shitty life is that ?

LACRIM – Radeau de la meduse (English lyrics)

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