What a great goal from Lamine for football history
With a majestic left-footed strike
Lamine Yamal to the rescue
Goal, goal, goal, goal, goal, goal, goal, goal
Watch who's there in the bad times
Always watch your back
All the bullets come from behind
There are few that do it face-to-face, ba-ba-ba
No-no-no, I didn't think it, I didn't imagine it either
I come from the streets, that's why I dreamed it all
I was chasing it, money without candy
I had no comfort, thrown on the ground
I score and look at the sky, I yearn for nobody
I'm one of the real ones, I'd die for mine
Lonely, always on my block
Lonely till I die
I never had luck, not even knocking on wood
In the street there are no borders
They don't pull a weird face at you
Everything is brazen and cheap turns out pricey
So pricey, and yes it's pricey
That I had to get it on my own
On the street all my life
It's weird, so weird that everyone in success
Is beside you and in time you forget, hey
Lamine Yamal, on the street I play in first
I'm always calm, I neither swagger nor boast
I don't roll with the ones that are selling me smoke
I'm too good but I do hit some
I envy nobody, I care if I add up
I walk straight, I don't worry if I crash, crash
And making money yet I'm still not crazy
Because I've had plenty just like I've had little
When there was a lot is when there was most suffocation
Mom's from Africa, dad's from Africa
I come from the street, that's why I have self-esteem
And mom's from Africa, dad's from Africa
I come from the street but I'm heading to the top
Lamine Yamal, on the street I play in first
Mom's from Africa, dad's from Africa
The 304 representing the street
Mom's from Africa, dad's from Africa
The 304 representing the street