Description
Every neighborhood has its own soundtrack - with rhymes about survival and dreams of escape. Here, the concrete smells of ambition, and the streetlights shine like spotlights for those who haven't given up yet. Between the beats, there are conversations about money, friends, loss, and freedom, but it's not depressing; it's invigorating: the harder the everyday life, the sweeter the idea of flying away, whether to France or just around the corner, where no one knows your past. The beat rolls confidently, as if the route is already laid out, and the voice is that very inner engine that says, "Come on, break free from this." And suddenly reality becomes cinematic - the nite, the streetlights, someone is dancing right on the pavement, and for a couple of minutes it seems like there's actually a way out of this.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yo, yo.
With my moves I plan it on the daily like Lois or Clark.
Chasing dough with creased up clothes. I done ironed shit like Tony Stark.
Too focused on financial freedom, I death or bite every time I bark.
I bite my chat, my rage is peaked when outside's dark.
Trying to get this E45 with my darg, RIP Fife.
Banging that Tribe Called Quest in the dinger, can't kick it with useless guys.
She's salty just like fries 'cause I caught her scheming with allies. Tell this idiot take off your mask or nobody in your area dies.
Would you like to dance on a random street in France?
Got enough for me and you to catch a flight, babe, this your chance.
Let's get out of the ends, we don't need to follow trends. Let's go escape.
Would you like to dance on a random street in France?
Got enough for me and you to catch a flight, babe, this your chance.
Let's get out of the ends, we don't need to follow trends. Let's go escape.
Yo, what man do for likes? What man do for hype? Don't care what you do for stripes,
I don't partake in several fights. For dumb reasons, man lose their life.
Left their mandate, don't move right. Course I want me a future, jugging, playing dirty
Sprite.
Their man ain't been in the trenches, running from feds, jumping over fences.
Rapping about fake ops, it's so common, they still don't know what common sense is. Hate feeding hype people a boost, local Chinese still in my roots.
Coming like Ash and Rekky, I ain't lost and I still got the juice.
Would you like to dance on a random street in France?
Got enough for me and you to catch a flight, babe, this your chance. Let's get out of the ends, we don't need to follow trends.
Let's go escape.
Would you like to dance on a random street in France?
Got enough for me and you to catch a flight, babe, this your chance.
Let's get out of the ends, we don't need to follow trends. Let's go escape.