Текст и перевод песни Smoke - Face of my City (with Sez on the Beat)

Face of my City (with Sez on the Beat)

Gang mujhe mane nhi to muh pe inke kyo mithas
Sath ke hi bande puche chala iska kyu hai nam
Inke saare jhoote bar, aati nhi karni muh pe baat
Aur apna ye crew hai khas, hazir jab bolu shoot hai aaj

Reh chuke piche bade jinki galat thi harkatein
Kara hai vada to piche na hate chahe sir Kate
Zimmedariya sir per hai, tabhi chlri ye dhadkane
Kapde naye par purane rishto me hai salvate

Sapne mere bekaar, or ladka hu main hopeless
Sunna kayio ke muh se, fir bhi karta chala ball main
Ab bag mera paul frank, private hai contact
Deal uthake pehli cheez lete ye saint Laurent, cap

Tommy Shelby, dil pehele se broken hai
Khayi hai thokarein, logo ke poker face
Hua kuch bhi main duba nhi botal me
Bandhe khokle, gali represent par ye style nahi local hai

Jinse kari mohabbat aaye nhi kabhi lautkar
Sahara bane Dost or dashboard ki revolver
Maaru ya Maru bus yahi tension hi
Jo manta nahi goat, execute them for blasphemy

Under pressure kid jaise nass me inki kaat ra
Banke ghume pop star par label inhe paalta
Ghamand sar pe chadha par fame inke saal ka
Khuda se kuch nhi mangna to chodh diya manna

Line me lage vairi, par smoke bhi hai ready
Chosen one like Harry, but reality hai scary
Rappers liar liar, main legend like jim carrey
School se hate par kamra Mera library

Dilli me naam ki he goonj, kyoki laa chuka tha kranti
Sez on the beat, look up to him since barvi
Feature ke liye nahi puchu, ab chahe kitni bhi baatcheet
Yaha tak aane ke liye ek kare he raat din

Kharch Karu paise jaise time, soch samjhke
Weak posture, game ka bojh meri kamar pe
Abhi hu nhi headliner, na hu magazine ke cover pe
Par jitna mujhe mile utna bhi paane ko ladke taraste
Kitne kalap gye, kitne badal gye, mere dost yaar
Vo ladki toxic, band kardi bol chaal
Mere show ka rate fix mat karna aake mol bhaw
Label sign karware kagazo pe, bada golmaal

Dilli ka face bete, jitne paiso ko thukrake vapas aaya
Usse aadhe me ye career bech denge
Shuru se main good kid, grades mere straight A the
Aur abhi bhi main best apni state me se

Face of my City (with Sez on the Beat)

Gang doesn't recognize me, so why do they show me fake sweetness?
My own friends ask me why I'm called this.
All their lies, I won't take their bullshit anymore.
And my crew is special, we're ready to shoot today.

Those who stayed behind had the wrong ways.
I made a promise, I won't back down, even if my head gets chopped off.
The responsibility is on my shoulders, that's why my heart beats like this.
New clothes, but old relationships are comforting.

My dreams are useless, and I'm a hopeless guy.
I hear it from everyone, but I still keep trying.
Now my bag is Paul Frank, contact is private.
The first thing they take after a deal is a Saint Laurent cap.

Tommy Shelby, my heart has been broken before.
I've taken blows, seen people's poker faces.
No matter what happened, I didn't drown myself in alcohol.
Empty pockets, representing the streets, but this style isn't local.

The ones I loved never came back.
Friends are my support, and my dashboard has a revolver.
Kill or be killed, that's my only worry.
Those who don't agree are goats, execute them for blasphemy.

Under pressure like a kid, their poison is in my veins.
They walk around like pop stars, but their label feeds them.
Pride is in their head, but their fame is from last year.
I stopped asking God for anything, I gave up believing.

Enemies line up, but Smoke is ready.
Chosen one like Harry, but reality is scary.
Rappers are liars, I'm a legend like Jim Carrey.
I hated school, but my room is my library.

My name echoes in Delhi, because I brought revolution.
Sez on the beat, I've looked up to him since 12th grade.
I don't ask for features anymore, no matter how much we talk.
To get here, I've spent a lifetime working day and night.

I spend money like time, thoughtfully.
Weak posture, the weight of the game is on my shoulders.
I'm not a headliner yet, I'm not on magazine covers.
But even what I have, guys crave for.
How many have disappeared, how many have changed, my friends.
That girl was toxic, I stopped talking to her.
Don't come and bargain for my show's price, it's fixed.
The label makes me sign papers, it's a big mess.

The face of Delhi, I spit on money and came back.
They'd sell this career for half of that.
I was a good kid from the start, my grades were straight A's.
And I'm still the best in my state.