S.PRI NOIR - Narco poète (English lyrics)

1st verse :
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah mama
Your son is leaving the house to go and get what you don’t have
A golden bed, the misery won’t wake you up
I beg you, have some sleep, daddy won’t come back
Eh ye ye ye ye ye
I’ve got the dose, the juice, the flow, the money
Bohemian life, narco poet, I’ve got the Moet, I’ve got the blues
African, colombian, americans : all the different types of weed
They both want me
Red and blue lights flashing
They’re casting the evil cyclops’s eye on me
Me, I’m lighting me up a lil’ cigarette
I no longer wait on the “tic tac”
Nervous when the cops come knocking
I have a lil’ thing for those sums
Next round, the little kids are knocking
I like quality, aptitude, attitude, get used to it

Chorus :
Nah mom I don’t have any guaranty
Angel during the day or midnight demon
Only one gun but so many enemies
Yo yo yo yo yo
I’m monetizing but I’ll soon be leaving the (??)
i don’t have any guaranties apart from the marijuana
Allo allo mayday mayday mama
Ya ya ya ya ya

2nd verse :
Mayday mama, your son is lurking around in the projects with three suspicious looking niggas
We’re doing business, we make hash and euros
I love getting money
The feds, they love chasing my colleagues
Nothing is offered on this earth
But the feds can’t lock me up
I’m way too smart : I’ve got the malice, the screwdriver, the briefcase
But, mama, I’m gonna full it up
It’s your birthday, I don’t have anything to offer you
Here, take this bouquet of flowers
Street fights, I’m not used to running away from them
But I’m too lazy to do them
Because, under the leader jacket, alcohol in order to party
On my record : zero defeats
I’m in the projects, I’m in the projects mama
I’m not on the sea coast, I’m in the projects, I’m in the projects mama
Why did I sell dope ? I broke my SIM card, ex drug dealer
I get money like a conveyor
To pay your rent, in order for us to leave somewhere else