[Alpha Wann - la lune attire la mer/ English Translation]

[Producer tag]
Bunker

[Intro]
They see me with the ball, they wonder: "Will he score?"
Moolah attracts me just like moon attracts the ocean
Gotta give pounding, no tinkling
Even the pockets full, I gotta keep my balance

[Verse 1]
I gotta set up, I've wandered too much (yeah) I'm putting in place the dictature
Like Alpha Condé, I got racks to count (cash) rap, fishscale binks, producing the pure (Binks Beatz)
Brevet, I'm your teacher (yeah), gotta take notes when I give a speech
Philly Flingo with Binks Beatz (binks), we got the munchies like fifteen pits
I'm here to last like Jean-Pierre Foucault (Jean-Pierre), come in the team if you want millions (yeah)
After COVID, it's Acapulco, quick chopping like a ninja on coke (chopping)
Don't believe these rappers, don't let 'em fool you (never)
With one another, they only alternate, me I stay put in the Top 5
I distance myself from the remaining four
Yeah
I see peniless people too stressed out, I see rich guys too serene (rich guys too serene )
Determined like a body organ trafficker, GHB in your drink, he needs this kidney
Don Dada dope, belt, spoon, zippo, needle
Marianne want to break my back like Tong Po in Kick Boxer 1 (aight)
Hypocondriac, I'm always too medicated somewhere at an Hausmannian boulevard
In a big ride, something crazy enough to bang your head until it breaks the cranian bone
Drugs has imprisoned you, you think it set you free, the road is long I gotta not get lost
Still no driver's license, global warming, I should not rap during winter
[Bridge]
Global warming, global warming, I should not rap during winter, I should not rap during winter
RPTG, RPTG, sisi, let's go

[Verse 2]
They see me with the ball, they wonder: "Will he score?"
Moolah attracts me just like moon attracts the ocean (let's go)
No one saw him since Tuesday night, as if he was abducted by some jinns
Lots of missing person appeals it's strange, adolescents disapear each days (strange)
Thank you France, the Guinean franc isn't worth a pistachio (peanuts)
African dictators are all puppets, above there is Marianne cloacked
The streets dreams of soccer but players dream of the streets
Millionaires, they rather hang out with thugs than doing hat-tricks (ahah)
Lettin' you know, you're just some brown guy even if you're the best on attack
At Clairefontaine, when the President comes, only white players can sat at the table
Too many undercovers with espadrilles, we gotta expatriate
Pigs round up as squadron, the whole sector is locked down
Him? He's givin' me orders, he's younger than me, I got no drugs on me, no blunt instruments
Go fuck yourself you law vulture, in my lifetime, I don't think we'll get along
The cops up there have raided the hall, the big fishes are discreet in the ocean
The cops down there, get equiped, they just wanna arrest brown people strolling
We're out here doing nothing, on every occasion, they wanna see our underpants
Last time in the hood, they shot down a dog (dog), even for animals, no compassion
N***a at the police precinct, I know the script, our survival rate are not that big
They commit their crime without putting gloves on, they are Bloods, they are Crips, I see them as a gang (a gang)
[Outro]
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