Lyrics Wrong Reasons - Gracy Hopkins

Torcy

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

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

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

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

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

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

Il fait trop sombre dans cette pièce...
J′allume la lumière.