Tran Tran [English translation]

They ask "How are you-you-you-you?"

They ask "How's it going?", "How's it going?", "How's it going?"

But we never change, never no, never

We just stay on our grind

Yeah

[Verse 1]

S, to the F, to the R, to the A

Stop playin'

You've heard about it in your city (Hey)

I don't give a shit

I don't have anything to do with rap

With that and with the other

No excuse, I don't speak your language

But I'm sure your daughter likes it

I'm sure, she's been obsessed with trap for a minute

Ice-cold necklaces, I've got a broken heart

Already at my age

No more talking about my stuff, you're not old enough

What a drag, what a bore, what a long boring speech

I know, they told you I don't sing good

But I told you before: "I don't give a shit"

You find a job and help out at home

Rather than asking your mom for money

No, you've never seen your fridge empty

That's why you don't see to it that your stomach is full

I filled the room with ugly thoughts

Then with a whole life's worth of stress

I tour Italy, overloading the locals

Meanwhile at home they're talking 'bout Sfera

[Chorus]

I never asked anyone for anything

Never anybody

No, I swear

Never anybody

On this grind

Big hit

You're on a treadmill

You run there

So you run, you run, you run, you run

Talk less, think about doing it a lot, a lot

Four in mate but now I'm counting

I open count, I become a count

Woo-ohh-ohhh

Woo-oh-oh-ohh

Woo-oh-oh-ohh

Woo-oh-oh-ohh

Woo ohh

Woo-oh-oh-ohh

Woo-oh-oh-ohh

Woo-oh-oh-ohh

Hey

[Verse 2]

I made that jump on empty

I reached the trophy on the podium

I made my first CD

My first golden CD

Hate speech

People fill their mouths with little

Dreams in the living room with soaking feet

The only thing I think about you is that you're a burden

Holy shit, such a burden

Woo

I don't follow your Insta, no

You love when you see me in a magazine

I blow the fans kisses

I don't put on Vans

Uhh

I wrote a note on my iPhone that says:

[Chorus]

I never asked anyone for anything

Never anybody

No, I swear

Never anybody

On this grind

Big hit

You're on a treadmill

You run there

So you run, you run, you run, you run

Talk less, think about doing it a lot, a lot

Four in mate but now I'm counting

I open count, I become a count