YL - Fruit de mon époque (English lyrics)

1st verse :
If the loot is big, I want my share in hash’
And if a prison guard ever intercepts the phone call from my chip, I’ll keep my mouth shut
The Lord is great, I can guaranty that to you
Your imbeciles of friends aren’t reliable
I get paid by the owner of the nightclub, because without me his fucking nightclub won’t get full
And to think that before that I wasn’t allowed to go in
Don’t ask me what’s wrong, Jack and Daniel are making me hazy
The life story of a young from Massilia, I already have a couple dead friend
Ah yeah, this ain’t a movie, you can find the Sheytan in this sinister ball
Disappearance like at Baltimore, the angel of death isn’t shy
The thing that I stole from one person, of course I sold it to another
The old heads are always late, we’re setting the record straight
We didn’t sell out to one, we didn’t sell out to another
We didn’t go to the east, we won’t give up until dawn
I prepared some dirty shit for them, like dirty shit, like the FC Barcelona
I hide my drugs in the underwear, I’m only good at that anyways
I’m waiting on no advice on my tactic from you guys, I want my profits
They already know me, I’m Larlar, I am Air Bel projects, I am Marseilles

Bridge :
Bad atmosphere, we do things without bragging about them
God dammit we do good work, that’s what the older guys taught us
All night, I see her text messages, I see her calls on my ell phone
I’m high, I don’t have time for her
I go to the studio, I go back to work

Chorus :
I grab the guitar by the cords, product of my era
I grab the guitar by the cords, product of my era
I grab the guitar by the cords, product of my era
I grab the guitar by the cords, product of my era

2nd verse :
Wallah I was blessed, the best of all the Algerians
Penalty kick striker, above everything with the phoenix’s wing
The country’s honor, the fear of the almighty
The lure of money in my town, everyone wants to make his euro bills
There’s those who do it for Cinderella, and those who end up in the ash tray
Don’t bring them any used guns, the little kids are pros, pros, pros
She tricked you on a selfie, it’s true that her ass is crazy, crazy, crazy
I told you “be careful with that girl”, you told me “that’s my girl, girl, girl”
But to her, you’re just a served dish, she gave the go, go, go