Sentir Lyrics (English Translation) – Morad, Baby Gang

Sentir (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
No lines to explain here — it’s just a short tag with initials “F.T,” likely the producer or label signature.

[Estribillo: Baby Gang & Morad]
This part gives off a confident, almost defiant vibe. He’s saying he’s on top now, like a boss of the streets, looking down from a position of power. Cruising through Paris in a fancy car, he’s surrounded by the grey, gritty reality of street life but no longer stuck in it. He doesn’t have real friends—just his Glock for protection. He knows he’s got enemies but handles them however he wants. There’s this feeling that he’s proven himself, and everyone knows he’s the best, the “GOAT.” Because of that, he doesn’t follow rules or ask for permission—he moves how he wants, without caring what anyone thinks. It’s all about survival, strength, and making your own way.

[Verse 1: Baby Gang]
Here, he’s calling out fake people who smile in your face but don’t really have your back. He knows the world is small and you can’t hide, even if you run far like to Mykonos. He talks about going fast and being wild—putting NOS in the car, sounding like trouble, maybe even evil. But he doesn’t hide behind anything—they handle problems directly, face to face. He wants honesty—say yes or no, no games.

[Verse 2: Morad]
Morad shares how he chooses not to see some things, probably to protect his peace or avoid pain. He doesn’t ask for help because he doesn’t want people using it against him later. In tough times, he only had books to keep him company. Now people want to open up to him, but he questions their intentions. Money and love don’t fulfill him; they don’t fill the emptiness he feels. He has very few real friends, and most of them are locked up. His mom is the only person who truly gives him a sense of purpose. Losing people or seeing their struggles makes him sad. He knows some people envy him so much they wish bad things on him, yet he still smiles through it. He asks people not to judge him or think he’s looking for trouble—he’s just doing his thing in Barcelona, avoiding drama. He’s not chasing wealth or fancy areas—he’s chasing freedom, peace, and escape from pain. Oddly, the bad things in life have helped him grow. He misses no one, suggesting he’s used to being on his own.

[Puente: Morad]
Morad looks back at a time when everything was fast-paced, maybe dangerous. He only had enough money for a couple things but still managed to live big, even renting a three-bedroom place. Eventually, it all crumbled, and he was left with nothing. People talked about him and envied him, wanting to be in his place. But he points out they can’t—being him isn’t just about money or image. He warns that money changes people, and he’s seen it happen. Even though people pretend there’s no war, conflict never really stops. He also touches on betrayal—some people smile at you while working with the courts or snitching behind your back. These are the same people who act close, like “dear ones,” but end up flipping quickly when trouble comes.

[Estribillo: Baby Gang, Morad, Baby Gang & Morad]
This repeats the feeling of being at the top, almost like reflecting back on how far they’ve come. Still standing above it all, like kings of their environment, moving through cities like Paris but never forgetting the streets. The street, with all its hard realities—gray buildings, enemies, fake friends—never leaves them. They don’t trust many people, relying on weapons and instincts instead. They know their worth now—people recognize their power, and they live with that confidence. There’s still danger, but instead of hiding, they take control. They’ve turned pain into pride, doing whatever they want because they’ve already proven themselves.

[Outro: Morad]
Morad is giving a shoutout to people he knows—El Cata, Escomar, and others—who are locked up or going through tough legal situations. He’s calling for their freedom and remembering those who’ve done their time. It’s a nod to his community, from the older generation to people still in the middle of it all, especially those from “the center” of his world.