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Genius English Translations - Loud Aucune Promesse English Translation Lyrics

[Lyrics to "No Promise"]

[Intro]
I gotta beat the odds, I gotta cheat the Gods

[Verse 1]
We secure the briefcase, one hand on the controller, I can already see the parasites on the horizon
They talk about my life on social media? They don't like theirs, they surely have their reasons
I'm in my zone, I fly in the family in Los Angeles, lost in the West
I think about my mistakes of the future, I retain nothing from my lessons of youth
I'm such a mess, I'm such a monster, I'm just a product of my environment
I'm just a rapper who became the narrator of a generation that is bored to death
I wanted to fly too close to the sun, burned my pen, I lost sleep
Climbed the podium in leaps and bounds, but nothingness is one misstep away from the top
A hundred miles an hour, but it's just details
Fuck all my medals, it's nothing but metal
Nothing left to do in front of the inevitable (Hate it or love it, I live and let die)
All for the company, the real ones know (Know not to fuck with me, the real ones know)
You already know whose honor I defend
Gullywood, Montreal, raise the flag (Raise the flag)

[Chorus]
Back in the Black Denali, I came to rep the family, raise the flag
I have to carry the torch before we move on to plan B, the real ones know it
I gotta beat the odds, I gotta cheat the Gods, yeah-yeah
But it's still a work in progress, I'll make you no promises (No promises)
| gotta beat the odds, I gotta cheat the Gods, yeah-yeah (No promises)
Yeah yeah
| gotta beat the odds, I gotta cheat the Gods, yeah-yeah (No promises)
Yeah yeah
[Verse 2]
We secure the briefcase with one hand on the controller, they wanted my loss, but it's lost in advance
Seems that time is money, but yet if my calculation is right, they pay nothing to wait
If there is bread on the board, we put our hands in the dough
Moving that bread, have to put a price on our head, because they only think of selling it
That's why I don't set foot in front, unless it's pallet, then pay in advance
No chaser in my Hennessy, no thanks, give me the straight, straight in the bank
A hundred miles an hour, but it's just details
Fuck all my medals, it's nothing but metal
I want to die as a man, despite my curriculum, basically I'm just a regular guy
Paid my taxes, cleared my samples, the game changed, but I kept up with the beat
Then I put you on top of the totem that you like or don't like
My jacket says "MVP, Antetokoumpo" (MVP!)
It's all for the company, the real ones know
Know not to fuck with me, the real ones know it (the real ones know it)
You already know whose honor I defend
Gullywood, Montreal, raise the flag (Raise the flag)