I'm full on, motherfuck the judges, prosecutors
I rob the beat, I track the beat, I taunt the enemy
What's going on? It's the return of Jul
I had gone for a little trip in space
And yeah little bitch, who rubs it gets stung
They're jealous but they click, and yeah I know the team
That they throw barbs, in the clips and the 'siques
Electric atmosphere, they want to make me frantic
Yeah big guy you're not the boss
I saw you in the block holding the bag
At twenty euros you're clinging
You were broke, you had only holes in your pocket
I drink Jack Honey when I'm sad
I look at the sky when I make wishes
Don't compare me, I'm not them
I smoke my bang-bang late at night
All this annoys me, all this gets on my nerves
Want to commit murders in the game
For this new millennium
Put it to them, but don't complain
If they come back loaded on a scooter
Angry at two thousand miles an hour
I know who the real ones are, I know who has value
But it's not normal every time in front of the OPJ
They felt the heat, don't talk in front of the OPJ
Shovel blow like Toto Riina
Fuck Biagio's mother, kalashed in Piaggo
They play the gadjos, the family, the santchos
The kids come back from a robbery
They all have hot blood
I like people who don't talk, who want it
I don't like to see sad friends arguing
They come out of jail, the haircut Ready 2 Rumble
We celebrate that with Coca and Clan Campbell
It's not normal if these guys want you
You're there, you play the asshole when it gets carried away
Yeah I know it's hard to live your life without Gold
Living outside all the time because your life is unbalanced

I can scream
Sooner or later they will forget me
Need money
Every check I'm too stoned

I often stay at home, I'm stuck in front of the TV
While these MCs want my buzz in a row
I protect the team to death like Makélélé
Learn crazy stuff I would even say from the insane
From the insane
I want to make money, without being given the bracelet
Go see Brazil, I see misfortune kissing me
Make your plans, carry your balls, you're capable
If you have nothing, accept, never suck up to the high placed
We want what we don't have
That's why my friends end up in your apartment
We want what we don't have
That's why my friends end up in your apartment
You saw I evacuate, all this, I didn't like it
And apparently, I don't give a fuck
I don't want to know more, you're going to abuse it
In addition you talked too much after the body
Personally I get wet, no need for security
I think no one can stop the bullets
Bang bang, ouch, ouch
Shout out to those who listen to me from Marseille to Sarcelles
By straightening the T-Max, knee on the saddle
For the real ones who answer the call
Not for those who pretend, ask me what's my name
Life is solo my friend, ask Solo compote
Too many swear words, I get carried away
Or I give you a combo, it doesn't matter

I can scream
Sooner or later they will forget me
Need money
Every check I'm too stoned

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