BX Land #6 : traduction de Français vers Anglais
Eh (eh, eh)
First album, platinum, look how I spread
Top scorer, always on the front line, Premier League
Gold watch, big sedan, Midi Midi, Medellin cartel
Bring me euros and sterling pounds
To celebrate Thanksgiving
The jealous ones wear the evil eye, wear the guinea (yeah)
I don't know if you can imagine, the projects, it's tiring
I'm not waiting for validation (no)
The street is my domain, Paris is BXL (yeah)
Villeneuve is Antwerp, I fall asleep in Eindhoven
I'll leave you in Newcastle
Don't think we're all young
In jail, I was all alone
I was turning in 2012 with the money from the yellow
We knew jail before the yellow vests (yeah)
Yesterday, I was selling coke that turned into crack
Today, I'm doing rap, showcases in Europe
I know if they're my friends, half of them are whores
I didn't count the traitors (eh)
I'm just cashing checks like in the Czech Republic
This time there's no chorus, I'm only sending verses
I came to taste but I cut everything (yeah)
Volley shot, know that we stole nothing
It's God who wanted it, who gave us everything
I'm going back crowned to the great couturiers (yeah)
Big money, maxi certified
Gold record, Dior, Givenchized
I'm breaking the weed like Djibril Cissé
I was selling weed on the Champs Elysées
I'm like Salif, I don't have a team, I don't care about your jersey
I stop at Porte Maillot, thank you Sampapayos (yeah, yeah)
New crib, new whip
I'm doing all this for the cause, bottle of Grey
Seven Days, I'm in David Craze
Spliff of lemon haze, Dutch
Leading role in a Polish series, lieutenant, colonel
Anyway, I'm captain like Daniel Van Buyten
92, Hauts de Seine, I don't listen to your advice
I'm only good at making money
In winter in the sun in the Dominican Republic
Jamaican weed, in Medellin cartel
Stringer Bell, Avon Barksdale
Alcatel phone, big mess
43 Maroqui', mafia tah Napoli, double glass of whiskey
Shot from Lewandowski
(Shot from Lewandowski)