Bereut Lyrics (English Translation) – Made, Albozz

Bereut (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
Name drop of the production crew.

[Part 1: Albozz]
He’s painting a picture of life in the neighborhood—rough, wild, and full of chaos. He talks about seeing crime and fire, and how things changed suddenly when people started recognizing his name. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel now, but he still sleeps with a gun nearby because trust doesn’t come easy. Only his close friends were ever truly there for him. Now that he’s made it, there’s fame, parties, and attention, but it wasn’t always like that. Most people doubt his hustle, say the streets didn’t pay off, and that his dad never showed him any love or support. He feels judged and misunderstood, and the pressure from others is constant and harsh—like they’re ready to attack without hesitation.

[Pre-Hook: Albozz]
He remembers the tough times—feeling stuck in the housing blocks, emotionally drained, and silently crying for help. His mom is aging with stress, still showing love, even through all the hard days. He wants someone to tell her how hard it really was.

[Hook: Albozz]
Even after everything, he doesn’t feel sorry for how his life turned out. He’s been alone most of the time, handling things his way. With a blunt in hand, he’s taking it one step at a time. Life has taken him somewhere completely different, but the memories of just chilling in the neighborhood every evening still stick with him. It’s a daily cycle, something he knows too well.

[Part 2: Albozz]
Every day felt like a battle—chaos, crime, and survival. He and his crew pulled off risky things like stealing a car without a real plan, and their faces even ended up in the news. He’s scared that his mom might see it and worry. Nights were lived in hoodies, moving like shadows. A couple chased flashy dreams like fancy cars, but only a few actually escaped that life. People don’t talk loud around certain figures anymore, and if they do, they’re taking big risks. He’s still sitting with his boys, sharing quiet meals, carrying heavy thoughts. The business they do is dangerous, the stakes high, and he knows he’s living recklessly. If things crash, it won’t end well. He wonders how his father could ever understand, especially when even the law seems to confirm the worst.

[Hook: Albozz]
He’s still standing by his choices with no regrets. Life gave him little support, so he relied on himself. The third blunt in his hand shows how he’s coping, taking things slow. Things aren’t the same anymore—he’s in a new place in life—but some habits, like hanging out in the old neighborhood every evening, haven’t changed. That routine feels like a piece of home.

[Outro: Albozz]
He repeats the core of his story—he was on his own, he’s still smoking to deal with it, and the daily grind in the neighborhood just goes on like usual.