We Back English translation

We back, don't look back
No flex, son facts

I bite the apple and turn on the Mac
I paint another hill, it's Art Attack
I have the crown, like Basquiat

We are the kids you meet on the street
They ask you for a cigarette, they invite you to hang out
I have passed the game of life
With secondary missions included, you playing GTA

I laugh in the face of everyone who throws me
Because they look too much, poor mother
I have my family calm, they will not lack food
Neither my grandchildren nor my great-great-grandchildren

I drop another bomb, this is not Baghdad
Everyone leaves when they have to pay
I saw that face on your face and "oh, my god"
Surrounded by devils and evil
I don't want money, I want loyalty
Rolex Daytona, Rabat
Game over, daddy arrived

Too many nights on the street without talking to the one I love
And I hate it, I don't want to call her anymore
My dick is sweating, who do you think believes me?
Who do you think you are, asshole? Come on, get to work.

How alone I feel here at the top
I am a son of ruin and the corner, you are a mother's son
I'm so high on a balloon of ketamine
I don't even feel my face

Sound the tick, bring out the champagne
You didn't expect it, but ah
Tell me what can go wrong
One of sand and the other of lime
One of tequila and one of salt

We are the kids that no one bet on
But based on eggs, look where they are
No one or anything censors me
I spit it in your face like in a gangbang

Many early mornings drinking cheap brands
Hand in hand with my brother drawing up the great plan
I go on stage and the stands are full
I pick up the microphone and the cubata and it sounds ratatatatá

I drop another bomb, this is not Iraq
Everyone turns when they see us passing
They know what I bring and they want to taste it
She is my muse, my femme fatale
I want gasoline like in Mad Max
Drinking a carafe at the bar counter
Glass in pieces like in Carglass

Marks on the face and tattooed skulls
That remind us of battles that took place long ago
Thousands of stabs, disappointments and bitches
I can't change anything anymore, so what does it matter?

In good times and bad I go to death with my band
We are sons of the bitch ruin-na-na-na
I was clear about the move even though the cards were bad
And now no one stops us, ha, ha, ha