Lacrim - Tristi ft. Ghali (English lyrics)

1st verse (Lacrim) :
We’re the best, don’t get it twisted
It’s not everyone that has the power to sell
I can’t believe it
That gang of snitches is dreaming of making an alliance
To be able to hang me
Winter, summer, we’ve been there, that’s correct
Bro, how many of them are lying in their versions of the facts ?
If I have to die, I won’t wait for my son to avenge me
I’ve got friends that will have already done it
I’ve got charisma
I ride around in Paris
I’m strapped up at the places where all the zones are risky
Traficanté, we’re tossing luggages
Enormous spending, we’re far from avarice
You’re outdated like Larusso
You little dirty bastard, I need me the whole zone
Tutto va bene, la mia famiglia vive dentro una casa di lusso
Some tracks, some traks, some tracks
My heart is hard like my pecs
Our kids will be hotel bosses
Panoramic roof on Avenue Clémenceau
Bro, I don’t have time anymore, you know how things are
There’s still some rappers that sell doses
Lacrim, Ghali: “It’s about to start”
During the commercial break we’ll give you your fix
Yeah yeah yeah

Chorus (Ghali) :
I wanted to make money with discs
I had the eyes of the one that has seen bitterness
Stay away far from the problems that don’t get you anywhere in life
My biggest monsters I saw them in the raids, in the the boos
I wanted to grow up, even if at 20 years old we’re sad
Sad, sad, sadly sad
Sad, yaoh
Sad, sad, sadly sad
Sad, yaoh

2nd verse (Ghali) :
The brothers came with the bateau, no Titanic
Mommy will prepare a dish if Karim comes to Italy
Fuck les rappeurs avec les sucettes (Fuck)
Shout out to tous les 7bouset
Salute to San Vittore, salute to Fresnes
J’suis avec Lacrim de la crème (Ah!)
Mommy I love you, papa je t’aime (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Life is Gomorra, life is La Haine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bo-bo-bom hein cartouche ma3ndouch
Couscous Leflous, Pizza-Kebab, fuck le halouf
I was born here, my brother, I was born here
You’ve got a clean face but you want to scratch it up
I see you’re all fascinated, because you’re used to Ferrero Rocher
But this street, at least for me
She took more things away from me than she gave me

Outro (Ghali) :
Mommy told me that time is money
The rich walks, the poor runs
Tunis-Algeria, Paris-Milan
Daddy I won’t follow your footsteps
(Lacrim) :
Stab wounds to the back
All my good deeds comes out of her belly
Son, have real friends
I’ll do everything in order to avoid you from having to sell