LACRIM – Trabaja (English lyrics)

1st verse :
They’re mad at us but, I promise you
They think I need the devil in order to make money, go fuck your mother
I got a good heart, even if I used to steal
A 44 at my waist, and there’s wolves around, there’s lions that would like to take the throne
Who protects him, (???)
I can count how much friends I have, I can’t count how many enemies I have
I rather be alone in my bed than to have a hot girl that annoys me
Go ask around in my projects, Lacrim nah, he never lies
Son of a bitch, I had nothing, believe me that we’re gonna take everything
I wanted to get out the projects, to see the emerald rivers
A paper in my jail cell, I would like to see myself in that office
I talk about the street, I repeat myself, it’s crazy that’s all I have
Divided slices

Chorus :
On the highway, I got drugs, a nice hideout in the Golf
Good prices, a few homies, for the transportation, it comes from the Rif
Good prices, it comes from the Rif, it comes from the Rif
Good prices, it comes from the Rif
On the highway, I got drugs, a nice hideout in the Golf
Good prices, a few homies, for the transportation, it comes from the Rif
Good prices, it comes from the Rif, it comes from the Rif
Good prices, when it reaches

2nd verse :
Two millions, still not a single word, disloyal
Maybe she’s very hot, I don’t want her
Tonight I’m gonna dream about being rich
I wake up, bad ideas come to mind
Mom will no longer be struggling
You know that I was a screw up at first
I’m taking a stroll, I’m in the Rarri, two o’clock in the morning, I’m smoking a joint, I’m thinking back on all the nights spent in the jail cell
Go fuck your mother and I don’t have time to make friends
The motor bike is there in order to shoot at your homies
I never forget who I am, arrogance is the worst of all the fruits
The DZ will be remembered, in the middle of the night I’m on a Jet-Ski
Yeah, Glock, you’re homies will shit themselves
(??), you can throw away your coco
Y a que tes parents qu’ont fait le permis c’est la cinquième fois tu vas au trou (??)
6.3, the cops around the corner are gonna put a rope around their necks

Chorus :
On the highway, I got drugs, a nice hideout in the Golf
Good prices, a few homies, for the transportation, it comes from the Rif
Good prices, it comes from the Rif, it comes from the Rif
Good prices, it comes from the Rif
On the highway, I got drugs, a nice hideout in the Golf
Good prices, a few homies, for the transportation, it comes from the Rif
Good prices, it comes from the Rif, it comes from the Rif
Good prices, when it reaches