Junior Alaprod and no, there's nothing new

Ghetto, and all its dirty stories
Ghetto

Man, I'm fed up (sixty) I'm fed up
Come see me if there's something you don't like about me
Go ahead, tell me to my face (tell it, tell it, tell it)
We get up in the morning like everyone else
We started from nothing like everyone else
We just tried not to do like everyone else and we're better like this (13)
We too have made the brick (eh)
We too have held the bricks
In the binks we celebrated our birthdays (ah)
If a Clio 4 is parked in front of the pharmacy
It's because the big guys from the hood are checking
That the little ones aren't messing around with the customers (hey)
The good feedback, the criticism, you see
The enemies are making money, you see
We never know, we have to respond, you see
That everything is square in the city, you see
We've already lost friends, you see
Between those who have lost their minds
Those who no longer live next door
Those who have received exemplary sentences
They often end up alone and sad

Ghetto, and all its dirty stories
Ghetto, hard to get away from it
Ghetto, and all its dirty stories
Ghetto, hard to get away from it

Trash piled up in the block
Come to our place, it's like in the homeland (hey)
Stopping the sale is dead (it's true)
Block will walk on bodies (bodies)
And they know that (hey)
T-max, full-face helmet (vroom)
Just going back and forth (hello)
Take a sports bag, it's weird (weird)
Troubles track us like the cops (rah)
Troubles track us like the girls (yeah)
Neighborhood trouble
Price of a carrot that is rush
Eyes bigger than the belly
Facing the recovery of your sales
We always want more the gang (BLO)

Ghetto, and all its dirty stories
Ghetto, hard to get away from it
Ghetto, and all its dirty stories
Ghetto, hard to get away from it

(Ninety) quality, quantity, quality, defect
Napoli, Cali, Mali, Congo
Handle the caliber, product Mexico
Kush inside, everything for the metals
Product Mexico, bibi the weed
Quechua the coat, thank you Decathlon
Oh thank you Stavo, big-up to Deusté (thank you Stavo)
I empty and I empty, I destock, I empty
Looking for the source and I'm off
I empty and I empty, I destock, I empty
There's only white in the warm bag

Ghetto, and all its dirty stories
Ghetto, hard to get away from it

May God forgive me for the dirty I've done
And for the dirty I will do
Reselling dope to the great men like Gérard Fauré
Was one of my biggest dreams
Don't speak for the weak
Life is a fight I can't lose, yes
Bring the euros, if it doesn't fit, I make big eyes at Fendi
We bled eleven hours midnight, I see more junkies than my family
I had to recharge, the canister is empty, little by little, I leave the cellar
Mama your son, is not a bandit
But if they look for me I brandish it
And if I'm here today
It's because in front of the judge I lied well

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