Young BE
I think, we can turn up the volume a bit there
Ah, ah
Yes, yes
Yeah, yeah

Even if we speak with words, we understand each other better with looks
Why do some play deaf? I have no words and no account to give
Don't come saying that I owe you money (dirty son of)
We are little troublemakers
But to protect ourselves, we should have read books
I know dealers, Uber Eats deliverers
Who to make money, are real sharpshooters
Life, a very big-, I bit her ass
But your heads for a mother
Who cries very, very, very loudly for the death of her son
No one knows what will be after, she sees her little one still in the nursery
She would dream of seeing his silhouette, but she will keep in mind
The one the cops saw around his chalk body

We can't be at peace without going through violence (no)
I think that's my theme
There is not a key to get you out of the avalanche (no, no, no)
Except to ask forgiveness from the Lord
I have questions that have made the biggest burglars
Who are the real thugs? Those in the street
Or those who wear a stard-co in the Senate like Sarko'?
Or those who wear a stard-co in the Senate like Sarko'?

Cold look, head down, I had to believe in myself three-four times
But like a real man, I took it (I took it) even injured
Cold look, head down (yeah) I just take it
Three-four births for a hundred deaths, the cold look
Cold look, head down, I had to believe in myself three-four times
But like a real man, I took it, even injured
Cold look, head down (head down) I just take it
Three-four births for a hundred deaths (hundred deaths) the cold look

I walked in the marshes, camo pants, watch out for crocodiles
Go up the floors, learn to speak cash, yeah, big
Soon life under the coconut trees, I'm precise like the Fabregas
Or like the Buffon when it comes to keeping the cages
If you're not my guy, don't tell me what to do
Cold look like metal, I believe in it hard as iron
But I admit, there are ovens where I feel worse than weak
Here, the dreams we have fly away quickly (BE)
My death, I don't know it but yet, I've made the film a hundred times
There are fucking prints on pumps, the heat of the asphalt under mine
What is the value of the human species compared to the screams of a child under bombs?

Cold look, head down, I had to believe in myself three-four times
But like a real man, I took it (I took it) even injured
Cold look, head down (yeah) I just take it
Three-four births for a hundred deaths, the cold look
Cold look, head down, I had to believe in myself three-four times
But like a real man, I took it, even injured
Cold look, head down (head down) I just take it
Three-four births for a hundred deaths (hundred deaths) the cold look

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