Eh, eh black, can you hear me or not?
Are you in your fucking Wati bubble or what?
I'm talking to you, black
I only hear rumors about you
What's this fucking story Tiako?
There were seven fucking blacks who had just signed with Wati B
And now there are only three left
What's this mess?
I don't understand your stories, you're going to explain all this to me, damn it

We had signed as seven, my loser
Do you remember that?
Did you talk about that?
In the contract there are your big initials
I'm not going to tell everything because this story is dirty
I'm going to do a bullet debriefing, we didn't betray, we didn't hurt
We are seen as the bad guys and I don't find that normal
At Wati B we had all signed us seven
Think about why there are only three of us left
Now I wonder who turned his jacket
We didn't want to get there ourselves
Success goes to the head
I've always been straight
We are always the same
We didn't sign a pact
There are no problems in se-lai
It's hooded that we are the night big
Move your head to the tempo
It's the trixma or Tiako La Mélo
Break your chip if you're on the wiretap
I'm not going to go far if I listen to you
We know it's us you fear
Bre-som even in August

Ah I understand better, black
All these stories are really sad though
I have trouble understanding how a fucking bunch of bullshit got you there
And do you have a word to say Djeffi?

I'm sitting in my bubble like a sleepwalker
False brothers, whores, that's what fucks you
I have no experience but I made money
You did nothing for the tieks, you saved your ass
In front of my face, you want to play tough
When you were in the building, you had gaps
I'm always on the bench and I can't leave it
Big we were seven and at Wati B
I'm tired and I'm disgusted
You're not a security, it worked on you
I was there for you but not your twin
Knife in my back now I do my abs
You're a joker, you talk about the line but you were banned
I have a big family, no traffickers
I'm not happy now
It's a waste of time, burst in your teeth

Djeffi that's why I always liked you bastard
I'm starting to understand everything that happened behind your fucking back
There are too many blacks who talk without knowing
I think there's still a guy who can help us clear up this whole fucking story, tell them Bné

The evil is there, I left nothing
Don't talk if you don't talk money
What are you talking about I'm in the neighborhood me (what are you talking about I'm in the neighborhood me)
If I could go back to the past, I would have gone back to the time of the square
If you talk about it tell the truth, boy (if you talk about it tell the truth, boy)
I'm in the binks and no I didn't break through, and no I didn't leave
It's real, the elders warned me, the elders had predicted it
On the phone you scream, why do you scream?
"Wait I'm sending you the little ones"
Like a dwell, they talk about us as if we had betrayed them

It's not the city that makes the men
But it's the men who make the tess
The street is not your mother, the street is not your father, it only attracted you problems
Only false brothers, only false brothers
In the fog where I'm lost
I roll another one, I roll another one
All this to appease my hatred

Ok guys, it's over now, you have to move on now
There's no point in responding to all this shit
What we want is for you to send us fucking potato in our ears
Blow us all up, damn it
End of all these stories, now let the music speak
So see you on March 16th, you fucking blacks

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