Lamine Lyrics English Translation by Morad
(What a goal by Lamine for football history with a majestic left-foot strike! Lamine Yamal to the rescue!)
Does he have any equal? La-mi-ne
Watch who’s there when times get tough, always watch your back
Most shots come from behind, few face you straight on
No, no, no, I never thought it, never even imagined
I come from the streets, that’s why I dreamed it all
I was out here chasing it, money’s like candy
Had no comfort, left lying on the ground
I mark my spot and stare at the sky, I long for no one
I’m one of the real ones, for my people I’d die
Always alone on my block, alone till the day I die
Never had luck, not even knocking on wood
The streets got no borders, no one gives you weird looks
Everything’s shameless, and what’s cheap comes out costly
So costly, yeah, it’s costly
That I had to go get it myself, in the streets all my life
And it’s strange, so strange
That in success, they’re all by your side, but with time, they forget
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Lamine Yamal, the streets play in the first league
I stay calm, never hesitate, never show off
I don’t mess with those selling me smoke
I’m way too good, but some I’ll put in their place
I envy no one, I just focus on my own race
I walk straight, don’t stress if I crash, crash
Made money, but still, I ain’t lost it
‘Cause I’ve had a lot, also had next to nothing
When I had the most, that’s when the pressure was crushing
Mom’s from Africa, Dad’s from Africa
I come from the streets, that’s why I got my pride
Mom’s from Africa, Dad’s from Africa
I come from the streets, but I’m headed for the top
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Lamine Yamal 19
Lamine Yamal 19
Lamine Yamal, the streets play in the first league
Mom’s from Africa, Dad’s from Africa
From the 304, reppin’ the streets
Mom’s from Africa, Dad’s from Africa
From the 304, reppin’ the streets