Freestyle Bonne Année Habibi Lyrics (English Translation) – Hornet La Frappe

Freestyle Bonne Année Habibi (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

The opening part shows him calling out fake success. He’s tired of people bragging about money when their lives are clearly unstable. He’s saying a lot of rappers only look rich when they rap, but in real life they’re struggling or self-destructing. The Daft Punk line underlines humility, pointing out how true legends don’t need flashy behavior. He’s mentally shutting himself off from fake love and empty celebrations, turning a friendly New Year greeting into a blunt rejection of hypocrisy. Trust is already broken, and he’s no longer explaining himself to anyone who feels entitled to his whereabouts.

He then slips into survival mode thinking. Life hasn’t magically changed since his early hustling days, and violence still feels close, even if it’s just a mindset shaped by his environment. Relationships are complicated and noisy, especially with women who speak but aren’t really heard because his head is full. He appreciates people but doesn’t want emotional demands. Everyone has baggage, but he’s critical of people who never evolve. Gambling, thug rap pride, and staying true to the streets all mix together, showing someone who believes authenticity matters more than trends or approval.

This section focuses on ambition and pressure. He wants success without crime and dreams of massive streaming numbers, comparing himself to global stars while knowing he’s still a work in progress. There’s tension between his father’s hopes for a calmer, religious life and the reality of his lifestyle. Weekends blur into smoke-filled escapes, and he questions what kind of life he’s actually living. Feeling used only when it’s convenient hurts him, especially when people reach out late and casually, like he’s an option instead of a priority.

Here he reflects on growing up tough and how that reputation follows him. Violence feels normalized, and conflicts quickly turn serious. Being known to the police isn’t a badge of honor, just a reality of where he comes from. When someone gets hurt, retaliation feels automatic. Repeating the image of pressure hints at hidden criminal activity and constant stress. It also shows how memories of aggression stay stuck in his head, shaping how he reacts to the world even when he wants peace.

This part dives into identity and prejudice. He knows some people are uncomfortable seeing an Arab man succeed, especially one who doesn’t soften himself to fit expectations. Choosing French over cultural slang becomes a statement of control. His mind feels fractured, relationships feel clinical and cold, and emotional damage piles up. There’s irony in longing for the careless past, when things felt simpler and pleasure came without so many consequences or emotional scars.

Here he mocks fake luxury and people pretending to be powerful. He’s unimpressed by flashy jewelry and artificial status symbols. Calling himself a clever Arab who was underestimated, he positions himself as someone who survived the system and refused to fade away. Everyday details like shoes and cosmetic surgery highlight how appearances dominate modern life. Cutting off traitors and mental manipulators becomes self-preservation. He sees himself as a genius others tried to push aside, now ready to prove his worth again.

This repeated reflection on shining while being Arab reinforces the frustration of fighting stereotypes. He’s aware of how success attracts judgment and resentment. Mental strain, broken values, and emotional exhaustion keep resurfacing. Relationships didn’t survive the pressure of this life, and nostalgia sneaks in again, not because things were perfect before, but because they felt lighter and less complicated.

The final repetition brings the street narrative full circle. Growing up hustling shaped his instincts, and violence still echoes in his mind. Being watched, investigated, and remembered for toughness isn’t something he glorifies, but it’s part of his story. The pressure never fully lifts. Ending on the same thoughts about identity and lost connections shows that despite success and awareness, these struggles don’t just disappear—they loop, just like the beat, stuck in his head.