Baraque au Bled Lyrics English Translation by Djadja & Dinaz
She knows I’m at war, I’m capable
You trip out how I do it so well
I don’t got much pain left in the Pack M (Lil Be-Be-Ben)
I realize it leads to nothing
If I have to, I do wrong
But for now, I do it so well
There’s no more heart under the bulletproof vest
I got the vision even under purple
We want cribs back in the hood, have a Qatari’s cash
I’m broke but pass the comp, I’ma show you ain’t no fakes where I’m from
Wait two-three more years and inshallah I’ll marry you
We’re powerful like the 300, don’t need to be built big
I had clicos in Vilar, in Coubert, at the GRETA, at Baudelaire and Moinssan
You know we wanted the villa with Clouclou, in the hood, I was bringing in passersby
You don’t know what happened so, bro, don’t call me “blood”
I’m overwhelmed, I see so many things that don’t make sense
There’s bad luck circling around us
We wanted vacations, I was saying: “Boys, we need some rides”
She knows I’m at war, I’m capable
You trip out how I do it so well
I don’t got much pain left in the Pack M
I realize it leads to nothing
If I have to, I do wrong
But for now, I do it so well
There’s no more heart under the bulletproof vest
I got the vision even under purple
We want cribs back in the hood, have a Qatari’s cash
I’m broke but pass the comp, I’ma show you ain’t no fakes where I’m from
Wait two-three more years and inshallah I’ll marry you
We’re powerful like the 300, don’t need to be built big
Me, I just stick to my plan, I count my money, I count my time
I ain’t dumb, I get it, what you telling me, big man?
I was doing real bad, I was out here, I was about to go real wrong
There’s mean kind ones, there’s kind jnouned ones
What I gave, I didn’t do it for gain, to stash my pain, a rack ain’t enough
I was a minor, I held down a block, had to stay low and I was riding on two wheels
Terminal 2D, I land, the call, he got locked up at D2 in Fleury
There’s mad plants that withered and there’s a corner of the garden that bloomed
We want cribs back in the hood, have a Qatari’s cash
I’m broke but pass the comp, I’ma show you ain’t no fakes where I’m from
Wait two-three more years and inshallah I’ll marry you
We’re powerful like the 300, don’t need to be built big
She knows I’m at war, I’m capable
You trip out how I do it so well
I don’t got much pain left in the Pack M
I realize it leads to nothing
If I have to, I do wrong
But for now, I do it so well
There’s no more heart under the bulletproof vest
I got the vision even under purple