Mom keeps telling me to watch out for my friends
Dad keeps telling me "respect is not just in the pockets"
And I keep telling myself never to give up
We'll make it if in the team, there are only the brave

It seems like we're possessed
The dirty, the money in the heads
Hey buddy, we're not going to give in
I'm bad, the hatred when I'm wasted
It seems like we're possessed
The dirty, the money in the heads
Hey buddy, we're not going to give in
I'm bad, the hatred when I'm wasted

And my bella tells me that I'm handsome
When I go out in French haute couture
And they will come to say that I'm fake
But they know, when I speak I'm sensible
You're going to regret it, yeah, you're being difficult
We want the money so do your thing
Nothing to celebrate, yeah, sometimes, I'm elsewhere
Sometimes, I'm elsewhere

Mom keeps telling me to watch out for my friends
Dad keeps telling me "respect is not just in the pockets"
And I keep telling myself never to give up
We'll make it if in the team, there are only the brave

It seems like we're possessed
The dirty, the money in the heads
Hey buddy, we're not going to give in
I'm bad, the hatred when I'm wasted
It seems like we're possessed
The dirty, the money in the heads
Hey buddy, we're not going to give in
I'm bad, the hatred when I'm wasted

It goes "click click pow", don't panic
I'm back from the homeland, dad's house will be spotless
They all do the city, I see them as escorts at the hotel
I have principles even if you see alcohol in the cocktail
Quantity of resin, it ends up in the Parisian
Come see where I reside, mean but we seem healthy
Only one word we spoke, we have nothing left in the head
Forced to burst to prevent them from talking
Border, you pass the customs, it smells like marijuana
It's good salad, the strike at Mohamed Salah
The end of the story is salty, you take ten years at the palace
You think back to your children, you all want to kill them

It seems like we're possessed
The dirty, the money in the heads
Hey buddy, we're not going to give in
I'm bad, the hatred when I'm wasted
It seems like we're possessed
The dirty, the money in the heads
Hey buddy, we're not going to give in
I'm bad, the hatred when I'm wasted

Mom keeps telling me to watch out for my friends
Dad keeps telling me, "respect is not just in the pockets"
And I keep telling myself never to give up
We'll make it if in the team, there are only the brave

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