My pains and sorrows have made me a man
I drag myself from hall to hall, even if it means ending up in Fresnes
I was introduced to the street, brother, and I made it my queen
I was told, if you're cunning, don't mess with your zen.
I was told, bro, push, push, but I pulled out the guns.

I ignore, but when we pose, the haters are jealous.
Man, we come from far and dare to open your big mouth.
I introduce you to my dirty suburb music, the capital of crime.

Yeah yeah, veni vedi vici.
I came, I messed around, and I conquered.
I would love to tell you that you're not my bitch.
But these words ring false, oh

Yeah, what's up Fouiny baby, I have chicks, I have flow.
I'm going to massage your back and then I'm going to break your back.
Yeah, we drive without a license, Mercedes Benz.
Fouine RnB I need you so much, you're my bitch.
Yeah, black four by four, tinted windows.
If I sell my four wheels I have enough to smoke you, smoke you.
With ifs you can remake the world.
With uzis we water everyone.

We don't sniff coke, we don't eat pork.
My rap is not halal, normal it's not dead.
Yeah, so I went into a ball.
I took the time to go to 'dam and come back with a twelve

My pains and sorrows have made me a man
I drag myself from hall to hall, even if it means ending up in Fresnes
I was introduced to the street, brother, and I made it my queen

I was told, if you're cunning, don't mess with your zen.
I was told, bro, push, push, but I pulled out the guns.
I ignore, but when we pose, the haters are jealous.
Man, we come from far and dare to open your big mouth.
I introduce you to my dirty suburb music, the capital of crime.

Yeah yeah, veni vedi vici.
I came, I fell, I came out.

Innocent, incarcerated, case dismissed.
Never put off till tomorrow what you can break today.
Yeah, my rap is not a disposable razor.
Dirty suburb, send your port if it's drinkable.
Swag on the cap, Louis on the vest.
Rap is like McDonald's, you have no choice, I'm the fillet.
Yeah, it's dirty suburb on the track.
My DJ's car costs more than their artist's promo.
Yeah, French rap is going crazy.

Capital of crime, thugs in collaboration with accountants.
I'm too happy, they scratched my car but no hard feelings.
I'm one of the few MCs who only have one, ah ah.
You tried, you leave disappointed.
In Trappes when the cat's not there, the mice shoot each other!

My pains and sorrows have made me a man
I hang from hall to hall, even if it ends in Fresnes

They introduced me to the street, brother and I made it my queen
They told me, if you're cunning don't mess with your zen.
They told me, bro push push but I pulled out the guns.
I ignore but when we pose pose the haters are bitter.
Man we come from far and dare dare to open your big mouth.
I present to you my dirty suburb music, capital of crime.

Yeah yeah, veni vidi vici.

I came in Gucci, in Louis.
You were supposed to come out in June but you're coming out in autumn.
You listened to my record and pushed back your album.
Yeah, we'll forget them all like Danny Glover.
For us it's Range Rover, for them it's game over.
Yeah, sold out concert don't play dumb.
Man we blocked the street while you were clogging the toilets.
Yeah, shotgun on the Raizé prod'.
Two thousand, two thousand eleven too many MCs have a shaved pussy, shaved.

Shaving the walls is all you have left to do.
We're going to do like your father, we're going to make you a little brother.
Yeah, my white sells like Lady Gaga.
If they bust me I end up in the shadow like yougataga, taga.
Just say here it's seven-eight
Call the cops but do it quickly.

My pains and sorrows have made me a man
I hang from hall to hall, even if it ends in Fresnes
They introduced me to the street, brother and I made it my queen
They told me, if you're cunning don't mess with your zen.
They told me, bro push push but I pulled out the guns.
I ignore but when we pose pose the haters are bitter.
Man we come from far and dare dare to open your big mouth.
I present to you my dirty suburb music, capital of crime.

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