Fredo Santana - Jealous (ft. Kendrick Lamar) (Traduction Française) lyrics

[Refrain : Fredo Santana]
These n*ggas changed, they got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me
I can't leave the country cause I'm a felon homie
And I don't trust these n*ggas, they be telling on me
And I don't trust these b*tches, they be plotting on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch homie
n*ggas say they real, but they acting funny
These n*ggas changed and got jealous on me

[Pont : Kendrick Lamar]
I don't trust these n*ggas, I don't trust these b*tches
Drunk right now, so you know I meant it

[Couplet 1 : Kendrick Lamar]
If you know me then you know n*gga Chi-town like my second home
I done flew a private jet for some Harold's Chicken straight from Rome
I done bust down on a few thots, Fredo hit me on my phone
"n*gga I can't talk right now, got pus*y on my tongue"
I got worry on my brain, I been gone all summer
Just to fly back home and found out y'all done killed my little brother
sh*t is f*cked up on these streets
Why the f*ck would I think about some rap beef?
n*gga I got bigger fish to fry now
Empty out my account and I'll pay for sleep
Where's my bottle?
Money change and people change and people come
And people go and act estranged
I'm aggravated cause they hated, confirmation for success
Anticipated, I can taste it
I can chase it back down with liquor
I could drown out my sorrows
But I ain't a sorry ass n*gga
Get up off your ass, make yourself a hundred racks
b*tch, get up off your ass, throw it back back back
Back inside my 'Bach, back in a garage that we can jack
b*tch I love my hood, I'm strapped up, what's good?
Heard someone said
[Refrain : Fredo Santana]
These n*ggas changed, they got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me
I can't leave the country cause I'm a felon homie
And I don't trust these n*ggas, they be telling on me
And I don't trust these b*tches, they be plotting on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch homie
n*ggas say they real, but they acting funny
These n*ggas changed and got jealous on me

[Couplet 2 : Fredo Santana]
Coming up, gotta watch who you hang with
I'm still with the same n*ggas I came with
On the block with the same n*ggas I banged with
If you ain't talking money I don't know your language
I come from that very very bottom
Now I'm getting money and I'm seeing stardom
My n*ggas savage, don't start 'em
We up them guns, if it's a f*cking problem
Money coming in, don't have money problems
Kicked your b*tch out cause she ain't wanna swallow
All these b*tches thots, acting like models
Fredo, I'm the king of Chicago
Gotta .30 and I fill it up with hollows
Got bricks and I feel like El Chapo
I'm the sh*t, I'm the sh*t, I'm the sh*t b*tch
Since I'm a rich n*gga, I need a rich b*tch
[Refrain : Fredo Santana]
These n*ggas changed, they got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me
I can't leave the country cause I'm a felon homie
And I don't trust these n*ggas, they be telling on me
And I don't trust these b*tches, they be plotting on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch homie
n*ggas say they real, but they acting funny
These n*ggas changed and got jealous on me