Blanka [English translation]

[Verse 1 : N.O.S]

All of them igos ask me for help

But me, I'm nothing without that cash

I'm driving, waiting for the hit to sweep me away

Twisted, twisted by Corbeil

I'm a bit worried for myself, a lot for you

I'm trying to soften but humans darken me

There are a few good people left, I'm staying hopeful

I wouldn't be the same without my people nor darkness

I'm pacing the room, at night, I'm pacing the city

A flask, I play the bum when this fucking life bores me

And if life isn't hot, I'll not fuck her

I don't want to be like the king, I'm worth more

Irritable like a team without cash

Looking for happinness, I'm sinking into the void

Times passes by on your face, the timer makes my stomach churn

I see the world a bit upside down

I attract white whores with dark feelings

[Chorus: Ademo]

I've got the cartridges, I'm not afraid (le-le-le)

I don't give a fuck if you speak too much, it's the streets that damage you

You know it, you shouldn't act stupid, Ad is teasing you

Homie, don't show off, humble like Kaka

A bit overexcited, a shady back like Blanka

Under the influence of Jamaïca, pull out a flow like Sanka

[Verse 2: Ademo]

I put my cap on, it'll always remind me of that time I used to hold the walls

I'm softening the flow, such a hardening look

I destroyed myself by building a future for my people

I'm questioning myself with tears in my wine

I told myself: "My shadow, you know, you should run away"

As if she knew what I'd become in the future

I only have habits (sniff) that smells like cash (I counted)

I hide, I count my cash, hideout in the room

Like before, like tomorrow or the day before

Nothing has changed, except that I'm older (fucking hell)

I'm still gang, in my 30's I still say "bang"

She remembers my pelvic thrust with Triple Chain Gang on (gang, gang, gang)

I'm doing pronated push-ups (pronated), I pull out my dick during extra time (extra time)

I'm serene in this rented body

I'm at 10% of my 100%, eye for an eye and mouth on head era

And my idea of green is a one hundred bill, a heart that isn't so white and yet I pray

I smile, I smell like wax

There's very few angels for me to lean on

[Chorus: Ademo]

I've got the cartridges, I'm not afraid (le-le-le)

I don't give a fuck if you speak too much, it's the streets that damage you

You know it, you shouldn't act stupid, Ad is teasing you

Homie, don't show off, humble like Kaka

A bit overexcited, a shady back like Blanka

Under the influence of Jamaïca, pull out a flow like Sanka