Betestekhaba – بتستخبى Lyrics (English Translation) – Hamza Namira – حمزة نمرة

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The well-raised, truly rich are easy to spot,
While the show-offs and wannabes? They’re clearly not.
No matter how they try to steal the spotlight,
They’re awkward, and their fakery’s in plain sight.

Hey you — yes, you over there!
Why the attitude? Why that stare?
Who are you? Since when, pray tell?
What gave you that crooked air of self?

Hiding behind your money stash,
But real wealth’s not in the cash.

Looks like you’ve got something to prove —
You’re not even in the dictionary’s groove.

You make an entrance like a parade,
Acting like the boss of the place you invade.
With two or three liars chanting your name,
“Mr. So-and-so” — playing that game.

You’ve got flaws, and you try to hide ’em,
But we see through — no need to fight ’em.
‘Cause truly, son, in real-life scenes,
You’re just a balloon — filled with empty dreams.

A master of attention-seeking flair,
But really, who even cares?
Who wants to be friends with you?
Only those your money drew.

From my heart, I love the real and humble,
Straight-up folks who never stumble.
I send my best to those rare kind —
If they still exist, or you can find.

You’re arrogant beyond belief,
Like we all showed up to fuel your grief.

Soon you’ll come in with a golden crown,
Looking at us all like we’re beneath your gown.

Full of yourself, looking down with scorn,
But you, my friend, need help — you’re torn.

Hey you — yes, you again!
Why act like you’re above all men?
Who are you? Since when, my guy?
What made you think you’re flying high?

Still hiding behind that bank account,
But true richness is of a different amount.
You’ve got some hole you’re trying to patch,
No label fits — there’s no match.

You strut like a peacock through the crowd,
Blind to all but your own shout loud.
Ready to stomp on anyone near —
Just to make your ego clear.

“I, me, myself” — that’s all you say,
But we’re all tired of your play.
Dying for everyone’s eyes on you —
But honestly? We’re through.

Okay, suppose you are the best,
The one above all the rest.
Did that fill your void inside?
Or is your coldness just hard to hide?

I wish I could say, “You’ve won us over,”
That we believed your grand makeover.
But you’re our own creation, see,
So the blame’s on us, not just on thee.

I’ve always loved the real, the kind,
The humble ones — the rarest find.
I’ve no time for your pretend parade —
Wake up, and see the mask you’ve made.