Lamine

(What a goal by Lamine for the history of soccer with a majestic left-footed shot! Lamine Yamal to the rescue!)

Ain't nobody like him, Lamine Yamal

Watch out who's there in tough times, always keep your guard up
From behind come all the shots, few face it head-on
No, no, no, I wasn't thinking, didn't even imagine
I come from the streets, that's why I dreamed it all

I was looking for it, money's like candy
Had no comfort, lying on the ground
I score and look to the sky, I don't long for anyone
I'm one of the real ones, I'd die for my people

Always alone on my block, alone until I die
Never had luck, not even knocking on wood
On the streets, there are no borders, no one gives you weird looks
Everything's a bold move, and cheap shit costs a lot

So expensive, and if it's pricey
I had to hustle on my own in the streets my whole life
And it's strange, so strange
That everyone’s with you in victory, but time makes you forget

Lamine Yamal 19
Lamine Yamal 19
Lamine Yamal 19
Lamine Yamal, the streets play in the big leagues

I’m always chill, I don’t flex or boast
I don’t buy into those selling me smoke
I’m too good, but I’ll still take some down
I don’t envy anyone, I just care if I’m adding up

I walk straight, don’t worry if I crash, crash
I’ve made money and still, I’m not crazy
'Cause I’ve had a lot just as I’ve had little
When there was a lot is when I felt the most pressure

Mom's from Africa, dad's from Africa
I come from the streets, that’s why I have self-esteem
Mom's from Africa, dad's from Africa
I come from the streets, but I'm heading to the top

Lamine Yamal 19
Lamine Yamal 19
Lamine Yamal 19
Lamine Yamal, the streets play in the big leagues

Mom's from Africa, dad's from Africa
From the 304 representing the streets
Mom's from Africa, dad's from Africa
From the 304 representing the streets