S-Pion - Fuck mes rêves ft. N.O.S (PNL) (English lyrics)

Intro :
Yeah
Only family
Only the F
IGD, PNL
Only the F, Only the fam’, QLF
IGD, PNL
Yeah, yeah, yeah

1rst verse (N.O.S) :
Only family, only the F, homie, I’m QLF, I’m PNL
If I ever run out of money, I’ll sell my stash, fuck my dreams, I’ll sell my wings
In order to do good, blood has to run, we came to make mula, I.G.D gang
Only the fam’ gang
And it’s starting over again, motherfucker
Sometimes I forget who I am for this fucking salary
I don’t want a crown, I want a halo
And the profits between the mattress and the floor
I traded in this money for my lifetime
Blew everything in the void, and in a rush
Angel jump in order to catch the profits
And I count the reward in the darkness
We’ll probably change life in a few hundred thousands of grams from now
Gotta warm up the fam’s heart, I’m heating up my knife
When you’re in deep shit, you don’t feel nothing anymore
On my forehead : the “M”, I can’t feel nothing anymore
All we do is hustle, not for your pretty ass my Bella
If it start raining, we get busy, put the fam’ under the umbrella

Chorus (S-pion) (x2)
I’m I.G.D, I’m QLF (I’m QLF)
Moula gala, moula gala, fuck my dreams (fuck my dreams)
There’s nothing but bitches around when we wake up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
We’re searching for happiness in evil

2nd verse (S-pion) :
N.O.S, I did the accounts on who to count on (aah)
I’m I.G.D, I’m QLF (QLF)
To my kids (homie) what will I tell them ? (aah)
Daddy acted like a sourou in the projects (ga-gang)
You don’t have any mula (homie)
Millions of problems in the head, fuck my dreams, it’s repetitive
You can’t pay your debts anymore ?
Collect some hasanat
Collect some hasanat (aah)
We’re getting out of this shit, we can’t even smell the scent anymore (PNL)
I fell, and I’m getting back up, yeah, but at what height ? (gang)
Time, the real ones, the fakes, men, women
The fiends coming back and fourth (aah)
I didn’t call success (homie), she put me up to the challenge (mula)
I’m making mula, I’m starting over (mula)
I’m making mula, I’m starting over (mula)
The streets are allowing me one last dance (aah)
The streets are allowing me one last dance