T’avais raison Lyrics English Translation by GIMS
(feat. Maes)
Yannis Wade Beats
I’m a millionaire, several rents, the money takes time
I’ve lost count of the soldiers we sent, blood calls for blood
The shot’s a 20/20 average, but not very intelligent
Since he was little he wanted to buy the Cayenne to put some pilon inside (inside)
The one who puts his feet in the game won’t come out whole
Grew up in a dangerous spot, it’s the Far West in the té-ci
I can smoke almost all of ’em
I only need one iron, one shooter
I had to put feelings aside
Even making calls, I do it at all hours
It’s the real life, I got the bag at every show
The mano that puts you out, I can smoke you like gelato
Now, I’m in real estate, that gets me harder than the four rings
I rap all my years of stup’, spliff resting on the piano (oh, oh)
I asked for a favor, they sold me death
I paid the price for it, I asked for the bill
When the bullet left, I asked for the VAR
The street put me to sleep, am I still breathing?
I come back through the city, I cut the 5G, I shut down the network (scouah)
I squeeze, there’s a blast that echoes (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Proof in hand (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh), it makes the res-frè who season (oh, oh, oh)
You were the one who was right
I’m outside like a Shelby, I make lilac-blue like Chelsea
I attach myself to the sère-mi, son of a, another check, I warm hearts like a Kelly
The gaze is cold like in Serbia
My pain isn’t visible, I’m in denial, I haven’t healed
I think I was wrong, now I’m the only one aboard
I set course for the north, the north, the north
I used to pass every door, I broke every code
My habits trapped me, destiny sealed, bad luck
It’s the real life I got the bag at every show
The mano that puts you out, I can smoke you like gelato (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Now I’m in real estate, that gets me harder than the four rings (oh, oh)
I rap all my years of stup’ (oh, oh), spliff resting on the piano (oh, oh)
I asked for a favor they sold me death
I paid the price for it, I asked for the bill
When the bullet left, I asked for the VAR
The street put me to sleep, am I still breathing?
I come back through the city, I cut the 5G, I shut down the network (scouah)
I squeeze, there’s a blast that echoes (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Proof in hand (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh), it makes the res-frè who season (oh, oh, oh)
You were the one who was right
Again, again, again
Am I still breathing?
Again, again, again
Am I still breathing?