Testo My Life - La Fouine feat. The Gâme
Testo della canzone My Life (La Fouine feat. The Gâme), tratta dall'album De Paris à New York
On vend des grammes pour rester au top
Ouais on trompe le drame mais on épouse le bloc
On vend des grammes pour rester au top
Pour sortir de là tu sais ce que l'on fait
Bicrave toute la night
Ouais les porte se ferment
Rien a foutre de leur presse people
Tu sais nous on reste vrai aucun mensonge sur ma life
Et tu sais c'est au plus bas qu'elle a commencé
Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, like Do or Die
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fucking reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
Cause that's Jesus, people - and Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle
I need some meditation so I can lead my people
They asking why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
On vend des grammes pour rester au top
Ouais on trompe le drame mais on épouse le bloc
On vend des grammes pour rester au top
Pour sortir de là tu sais ce que l'on fait
Bicrave toute la night
Ouais les porte se ferment
Rien a foutre de leur presse people
Tu sais nous on reste vrai aucun mensonge sur ma life
Et tu sais c'est au plus bas qu'elle a commencé
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinning? I earned 'em
And I ain't no preacher but, here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his mama proud
And since you helped me sell my dream we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B., no more drama now
Living the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds
On vend des grammes pour rester au top
Ouais on trompe le drame mais on épouse le bloc
On vend des grammes pour rester au top
Pour sortir de là tu sais ce que l'on fait
Bicrave toute la night
Ouais les porte se ferment
Rien a foutre de leur presse people
Tu sais nous on reste vrai aucun mensonge sur ma life
Et tu sais c'est au plus bas qu'elle a commencé
Credits
Writer(s): Marcello Valenzano, Andre Christopher Lyon, Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Edward John Montilla, David Anthony Delazyn, Chaz William Mishan, Jayceon Terrell Taylor
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