You saw me but you prefer not to shake hands
Who do you owe things to? Tell me, you little smart aleck
You jumped into the deep end but you can't swim
You want to divide us but it's not going to work
We were all supposed to eat at the same table
I'd like to see the name I have in your phone
Don't act like a good guy if you cross paths with the lady
I won't shake your hand even if it's Ramadan
I didn't want to get to this point
But you brought the cops to my house
Had to lie to mom
I don't have the strength to say that it's you who sent them
Eh!

Oh yooo
Never call me brother again
You don't pick up, you little coward
You left me in the fog
Barak Allahou fik, all this is the world
House full of money, that's also the world
And regarding the tax office, me3lich it's the world

I grew up on the street, ask Makan Keïta
Disrespect doesn't pay, ask Donna Imma
Don't forget me when I fall back into anonymity
I resign because I've had enough
And to think that all these years, I was in the cabbage
I trust the fam': Darcy, Bedjik, Dadju
All means are good to come back to you
N3al sheïtan the marabouts
You'll have to justify all these millions of euros
You want to make me play the bad guy
You sell the brotherhood because it doesn't smell like roses anymore
In the end, you will have been your own executioner
Eh!

Oh yooo
Never call me brother again
You don't pick up, you little coward
You left me in the fog
Barak Allahou fik, all this is the world
House full of money, that's also the world
And regarding the tax office, m3hlich it's the world

You're suing me but it's pointless
You extended your hand just to lower my Balmain jeans
Then look me in the eyes, we're not in The Godfather
We could have settled the story with a big hug
I put on the magic ring to see how you react
I work with Nasser and Momo from Paris
Hunted then coveted like a sea lion
Oh, let me do the dirty work before someone else arrives
You never wanted to teach me how to fish
Tell me when you did it, the fishing rod was broken
I don't forget where I come from, I walk the streets in vain
I'm in the neighborhood, ask the guard at the Grévin museum
Eh!

Oh yooo
Never call me brother again
You don't pick up, you little coward
You left me in the fog
Barak Allahou fik, all this is the world
House full of money, that's also the world
And regarding the tax office, me3lich it's the world

Oh yooo
Never call me brother again
You don't pick up, you little coward
You left me in the fog
Barak Allahou fik, all this is the world
House full of money, that's also the world
And regarding the tax office, me3lich it's the world
Eh!

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