Lacrim – Traîtres (English lyrics)


1st verse :
It’s not gay rap that they asked for
One for your mother and two for the money
Weapons of war, we’ve had them for years
A little sentence at Fresnes, I think it was necessary
Whore put aside, I’m smoking through the window
I know that these sons of bitches are having a party
All are fakes, I’m growing pecs, pecs
Short canon, I charge it up in order to put it in your head, bitch
Purple ziplock
Hurry up bastard, we’re risking a life sentence
I’m sleeping under the sun and I’m sippin’, chillin
In my head there’s only one image that keeps on repeating itself
Bang, bang, bang, bang in your car
Bang on your whole damn team, what is left of it
Yeah, yeah, tonight I brought the beast out
Eyes on my cash, your head is in your shwarama
Bang, bang, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I’m from a place where hunger makes people inhumane
I’ve got my hand on my heart, ten soldiers
And tommorow if you screw us over, we’ll hunt you down until the end
Tic tac, tic tac, tic tac, tic tac
It’s time for you to go meet Tupac
Tic tac, tic tac, tic tac, tic tac
It’s time for me to come take back my contacts

Pre-chorus :
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Homie, don’t steal from the drug dealers
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Time passes, homie, not pain
The street knows that we’re screwing them
We’re cleaning up, our little brothers take the left overs
My jail sentence was nothing but a test
Those assholes were only stacking up coins, bitch

Chorus :
Money, traitors
Steal, do it
Gun, I’ll pull it
In the head
Money, traitors
Steal, do it
Gun, I’ll pull it
In the head

2nd verse :
We were fucking mothers since we were the same age as
Your little brother, we were stacking up more than you
Baby, yeah I took some money with me
We’re going on Avenue Foch in order to buy ourself a new roof
Bro, each hand-to-hand drug transaction or each money stack gets made as fast as the wind
Nothing is as strong as the force of God
Nothing is as red as blood
Before, I could cut your hand off for a 100 euro bill
Nowadays, that’s the amount of the tips that I innocently leave behind
They probably think that you have to spend money in this world in order to be a boss
Brother, the money that goes to your bitches could go to your kids
Yo homie, yo homie, yo homie, I’m the best, croc’ is the vest
That’s not what makes the man, my homies don’t accept people to hurt me
Hurt me, bang, the blood can wash off the vest
Hurt me, bang, the homie found your adress

Pre-chorus :
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Homie, don’t steal from the drug dealers
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Time passes, homie, not pain
The street knows that we’re screwing them
We’re cleaning up, our little brothers take the left overs
My jail sentence was nothing but a test
Those assholes were only stacking up coins, bitch

Chorus :
Money, traitors
Steal, do it
Gun, I’ll pull it
In the head
Money, traitors
Steal, do it
Gun, I’ll pull it
In the head

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