YL Sicario ft. NINHO English lyrics

1st verse (YL) :
Yeah, baby, I don’t talk about my worries
Police chases and struggles
But I promise I’ll call you back later
The streets are what made me and they’re what’s gonna kill me
Trapped in the barrio
I can estimate the value like a fucking sicario
When trapped we don’t plan on talking
Homie, this is Palermo’s conquest
At the back of the cabaret, I hear her name, I spend her salary
It’s like I’m lost in front of them, disturbed my God
Nah, there’s no more virtue in my heart
Lost, I’m getting drunk
Homie, my angers are powerful
My colleagues are powerful
Go on, talk to me about your struggles
For me it’s police chases and uneasiness

Chorus :
I’ve had too many losses, mama knows it
You consider me as your friend when you need my help
You consider me as your friend when you need my help
3anani, now you wanna spray me up
The evil eye that they threw at me
I picked it up, eh, eh
Don’t talk about the money that we made
I’ve had too many losses, mama knows it
You consider me as your friend when you need my help
You consider me as your friend when you need my help
3anani, now you wanna spray me up
The evil eye that they threw at me
I picked it up, eh, eh
Don’t talk about the money that we made

2nd verse (Ninho) :
You remember back when we used to hustle
Tu quittais la stratosphère (??)
There’s always 2-3 gossipers on the 2nd floor’s balcony
If she runs her mouth, we’ll fuck her up
You’re gonna have to work hard for the money, loaded like Zahia
I used to take the bus, some kilos, a few “allô”, and a few echos
You already know I broke the chip
The cops follow me at night, I’m cute like a Bogdanov
I’m trying to keep away from ending up at Fleury, keep away from ending up at Fleury
Yeah, we all have to deal with our own shit
The whole projects is under investigation, and our doors get broken down on Mondays
When the doors get broken down on Monday, there better not be any snitches in your team
They won’t get to lock up the boss
And when I was down, you gave me strength
Today I’m the one who has it
I made the “makila” run and the mac is here, I’m gonna fuck them all day
I’m being chased, late at night, hell or paradise
Let me count over my stacks in order to get a smile on my face again
We need weapons to do the war
To get weapons we need money
They aggress you over money
So we won’t risk doing any jail sentences that are so long that our mothers will cry rivers
But that’s not life, yeah, that’s not life
Driving like crazy on the highway and dying like Princess Diana
Oh princess Diana