100G Lyrics English Translation by Skinny Flex
Yo, Kilvertz
First grams, then they were plaques
I step on the same shit with different kicks
Ah, fuck
First grams, then they were plaques
And in kilos, problems unravel
I represent the ghetto, those you call junkies
Those who seek money to help at home
I step on the same shit with different kicks
Every time I open the door, they put a lock on it
I know the route without using maps
I’m looking for handsome ones to make my people look good
I represent the ghetto wherever I go (Wherever I go)
Friday couscous, [?]
Bastard, better not cross the line
Don’t break the silence of the one who always keeps quiet (Shh)
As a child, I dreamed of leaving the neighborhood
As a child, I dreamed of having what’s necessary
Ah-now misery is trendy, it’s the opposite
You don’t know how hard it is to grow up without a wage
My brothers up north are looking for qishta
They taste it to sell the [isha gandisha]
They relax their minds, put bonono in the hookah
They don’t mess with Tekashi, they prefer a Tokischa (Tokischa)
In the business, unsociable, khoya, zero friends
In the car with the walkie-talkie, thirty kilos in the back
Black gloves in action, just like the coat
We keep going forward even if you hear shots—
First grams, then they were plaques (Plaques)
And in kilos, problems unravel (-devil)
I represent the ghetto, those you call junkies (-nny)
Those who seek money to help at home (Home)
I step on the same shit with different kicks (Kicks)
Every time I open the door, they put a lock on it (Lock, lock)
I know the route without using maps (Maps, maps)
I’m looking for handsome ones to make my people look good
We grew up without a plan but we were looking for plans (Plans)
German engine on the highway, no rivals
I’m narrating my life on instrumentals
Trim the plant well, don’t subtract decimals (-mals; nah)
The phone rings, another mission (-sion)
Discipline, work, determination
Family, my only motivation (Uh-huh)
If you’re from the hood, you know the situation
Growing up without bread, growing up without cash
Stealing electricity, stealing gas, seeking peace
Playing ball, trying hash
After that action, there’s no turning back, everything goes backward
Everything goes well until you want it to go perfectly
Humans don’t understand that we have flaws
I’ve seen families broken by indirect consumption
That’s why I say drugs have a double effect
First grams, then they were plaques (Plaques)
And in kilos, problems unravel (-devil)
I represent the ghetto, those you call junkies (-nny)
Those who seek money to help at home (Home)
I step on the same shit with different kicks (Kicks)
Every time I open the door, they put a lock on it (Lock, lock)
I know the route without using maps (Maps, maps)
I’m looking for handsome ones to make my people look good (Good)
First grams, then they were plaques
And in kilos, problems unravel
I step on the same shit with different kicks
I know the route without using maps
I’m looking for handsome ones to make my people look good