LYRICS GAME

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

Lamine Yamal

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, 19

Lamine Yamal, 19

Lamine Yamal, 19

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, 19

Lamine Yamal, 19

Lamine Yamal, 19

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

Trobi on the beat

SHB