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Torcy

[Gracy Hopkins]
When you were born in the streets, ain't no fairytale
Lose your life or go down in a heartbeat
Just seeking for more fees
Paying homage to our parents that perished in Paris
They came 'cause they had to go
So some of them were buried on their boats, yeah
God kept me from the block
I ain't had to whip it or to sell it to get me some guap
Niggas that saw me growing up was shaking my hand with some gun powder

Or with some bomb flour
My city went through it all (my city just saw it all)
The crime rate is going up

[Gracy Hopkins]
France, hear me out
Get that, whew
Trendsetter, one of the firsts, respect that
Bye
Avant-garde, everyday
Fuck (that's right)
Look Mom: we're on the news...
But for the wrong reasons

[Gracy Hopkins]
Ma peau aussi sombre que la nuit (get that)
On me prendra jamais pour un moine quels que soient mes habits

Travaille plus
Charbonne plus
Crève négro
C'est la routine

[Gracy Hopkins]
Aye
When you were born in the streets, ain't no fairytale
I'm from the streets but the streets didn't raise me
So give me a break please
I'm not a thug, nigga
My pesos came from my sound from the get go
Clean money straight to the ghetto
When you're ambitious and starving: that's simple
I saw blood on the ground of the train station
God forbid, I was killing and robbing at times

But just on my Playstation
'19: I was told about things that I didn't have knowledge of
And that bugged me
God had an other plan, bro I was lucky
Some of us weren't though

[Gracy Hopkins]
Abder
Young nigga ain't deserve a life cut short like that
When the system tryna crush you, nigga gotta fight back
Look Mom:
We're on the news
But for the wrong reasons

[Gracy Hopkins]

Ma peau aussi sombre que la nuit
On me prendra jamais pour un moine quels que soient mes habits
Travaille plus
Charbonne plus
Crève négro
C'est la routine

[ Luana Hillam Gracy Hopkins]
Il fait trop sombre dans cette pièce...
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You will die soon, my guy...
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
J'allume la lumière

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