Triple W, Guizmo

I hear the voice of the bobos echoing
Like it's the end of the world, dude
We used to wash with five people and a broken water heater
I can't reason with my brothers, they've seen the same shit
For a long time, I criticized my father and drank the same beer
We're no better or worse than anyone else, even the pious have made mistakes
Only before God will all the sins on your shoulders be judged
I've been the guinea pig for all brands of booze, son
I quickly understood that it rhymes with the pain of living, clean
Generation fuck everything, blow up your joint
When the street calls you, learn to lower your gaze
Shit, we also want the Axe that makes girls go crazy
The Clio three for thirteen thousand bucks and why not a new TV
I don't rap about the street, I rap about life
I saw the third world in France on the set of the "Tell me" clip
The truth has only one face
As old as the world but so beautiful that it has fewer wrinkles than its mirror
Dude, it's anarchy, in my bottle a pharmacy
A bar of cannabis and I appear as if by magic
I rap about shit and panic, three ballets that I corrupt music
The attack is devastating, sick but I smoke my weed
Normal with my guys we aim for the top
We will be first in gold records
In the sound-mai a sports car
Life gets tough as the old ones would say
By always hanging out in dog mode, of course the little ones bite you
Shit, I thought about it, it has to smoke
To enjoy the view you have to save money
Education sends back the chances we didn't seize
All the face of employment that's why we're on welfare
Villeneuve-La-Garenne, damn I left brothers there
I have heartaches but I have to stay proud
It moves paga the lougoujaga
Dream of knowing but buddy take it easy
Don't break my balls in freestyle
I rap and the crowds feel who's talking
A kid from the projects who wants to make money without dealing
And my gremlins, they know it's not the way out
There are solutions far from the street and its filth
I kick and it's almost sure that my face
Will show smiles if I leave my old habits
My tower of Jews my pillave and my reggaefton
Brave but since I got promoted they want me to fall
Motherfucker, I hang out at the bottom of the block
You think what, I'll never be snitched on by a mogo
Freed from the struggles, guaranteed to be dry
I tenderize my aspects and slow down the weed
And it's tiring to live dry between jail and welfare
I'm proud of the rage that my project has brought to life
Where have all my dreams gone, all I had in mind
Join my villa by jet need the pillave in fact
With my bad luck because it follows all the thugs
From the pants to the underwear yay I have my papers
Groupies, hate and dirty cops my buddy it comes and goes
Yeah I'm fed up with the envious who chat for nothing
I know the weird squats where they get drunk let's say fake vices,
Weed chichon even when the cops pass by
Offenses and crimes, tales and stories
That are told because there are thugs and rich people who
Live without compassion, dealing and feeling
Of being a free man when the cops do rotations
They spin more than Stromae, yes cuz' we need to make money
In our projects, it's about drugs and fake IDs
Just ask those who get busted stupidly
Because of a few cigarettes and clothes
Shit, let me smoke on your joint
Everything goes fast, we become bosses, I have one dick but fifteen pussies
All nice under drugs, I think I'm screwed
Every time I sinned there was something fishy
And all these desires force us to do illegal things
Yes, guys immediately on the lookout, I put the go
And I'm not talking about little sluts with big asses
And Black B who searches your wise ones
And when I write heavy beat and amnesia
Guizou is damned, I kick for years
It's not over, it turns out it's cool
Small meals and B-side, I find myself and I like it
Stoned but cheeky to dismantle sounds
Unlock funds for the little crazies from the neighborhood
Stop the promises, none are kept
Modesty is all naked, at 16 stop pregnancies
Ah yeah, I have full pockets?
That's not what the banker says
10 years I have my money problems and my desire to sing
92 Grave engraved in my head my cellar
And then my macabre brotherhood with the brothers
It makes me think that we go out to dance
As if they were asking for a ransom
The majors want to make you sing
"Wesh Guizmo, you're in your twenties you talk like an old man!
Tell us what's the mess"
Actually, we're just pawns admired like gods
Invited to cocktails
And it darkens my vision which is already screwed
Shock a bit like the tomb and the prison
Don't dig into my life you will find a lot of dirt
I grew up in cities where we are trained in knife fights
We are strong, but many die or end up disabled
Tired of pigs and all this drama that makes us want to rob
Cheap Nike Air, counterfeit bag
Hardcore and funny drinks, my throat is full of poison
So tell me who's going to stop me?
No, it's not your gang of whores
Now that they've sucked everyone, they're going to let themselves get fucked
There are only cubs in the zoo, hash in the jeans
No bullets in the belly, only knives in the back
Yeah, it smells like fucking betrayal, I've been mastering it for a long time
Their vice and their stupidity, don't ask why I despise them
It has to work before it breaks my balls, see the cash, fuck your sons
That I put the bundles in my Levi's, a bitch around my penis
We are suburbanites used to frisking
Rappers, they're bimbos, there's the shape, but there's no substance
And I can name hundreds without identity but in this game
There's a crazy amount of little rich people, it's in the zen
Shit, they talk to us about rocket launchers, they've never seen a nine.
Except for making an omelette and bringing it back to their girl
I only have images of bastards, freestyles from paranoia
The rap game, it's like my home so even in my underwear, I wander
Always effective when I water, I came to fold them all
Yeah, I don't care about your relief, I'm with the pillars
Need a tearing fabric, a liaison in the pocket
A quick little teammate who doesn't chicken out when it gets rough
And the spliffs parade down my throat, hysterical without my drug
Mysterious, I squint my eyes in my cave
It takes time to go around all our vices
We didn't have a hen father, but know that we will do everything for our sons
We have the bite, we didn't come to chat
My competitors are only strong in the foot race
Admit it, it's cool when I cut it
Hand over the cash, I don't give a damn
Talk about my hood and here come the balls to dance on your corpse
And it's guaranteed on invoice, attentive
I'm no longer an apprentice, I'm a freedman from fractures
The free sale of pure dope, it makes you rich but not sure
In one search, you lose the wardrobe, the cars
It's true, I warn you, I'm pissed off!
And if they announce cancer to me, there's a chance I'll eliminate the doctor
North Face silhouettes wander in the dark
When it's cold, without worries, they chat in the building
Often outside when the Eiffel Tower starts to shine
Suddenly dreams of money talk to us and make us spin
Identity problem when you don't know who your father is
You feel like hell is you, that the whole world is persecuting you
The solution is to set sail before you know the Rest In Peace
We must not enrich the 5-star hotel of Beelzebub
We must not falter no!
Honestly, I watch time go by, and I think we need change
I act strangely, I didn't want to sin, I wanted to rise
They sabotaged my launch ramp
And we're not lazy, we've given too much without receiving anything
Locked in halls where it stinks of weed
They say Guiz abuses, is indecent
I kick, I have fun, son you see, there's nothing mean
But I spit truths, it bothers some
When it pleases others, well it represents mine
Those we put aside, who count for butter
But who never quibbled to work more than 35 hours
It's for the little brothers who are lost
I see them working hard all winter to go get some sun
It's the crisis, logically, you have to dig
The first bill you come across, pass over it but not in two
After the booze, rap became the base
Started to kiss and squabble for buzz
Apparently, it makes biz
It sells weed and then ecstasy
Before long, you'll have wrinkles
I hope you've stashed some cash

Ouzou
It's for me, for all our lost ones, for all our locked up ones
For all the grieving families
No one is safe
May God keep you
'Ch'Allah, we're together, sensitive area cousin.

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