Don't talk about us, the little ones are starting, nerves, in the neighborhood we remain
Word of mouth, tomorrow if I want I can buy a villa, a jet ski
And I see the buddy there, he's crying from nerves
The other one touches coke, he disgusts mothers
He wants a girl like Demi Moore
He goes (?) half-heartedly
When he sees you, you excite him, he's half-hard
He pushed the iron, he's strong in the back, the kid
He wasted his life, he robbed early, the kid
He could make you go up to the Toto Rina, the caliber resting on the abs
Dirty money hidden in the hill
Wanted by the police, at the bottom of your house the 3 Liters 2
With the sun of Borussia
The neighborhood, he put it sideways
The car, he put it sideways
The motorcycle, he put it sideways, he's the star in the sector but don't look sideways
He makes money he puts everything in weapons
Sleeps badly at night because he's jealous
There's fire in his eyes and even in his tears
He would like to make the Russian weapon talk

Youth lost in illegality and problems
The coal and the wardens and the enemies who walk around
Youth lost in illegality and problems
The coal and the wardens and the enemies who walk around

There are no more bosses, no more A, no more B
He has the coal A, he wants to take back the B
He doesn't talk much, he acts, he's ready
Rather Jon' than Saint-Tropez
He didn't ask for anything, he made problems
But apparently that's how it is when you work in the field
He knows that his wife can turn her back on him, even the buddy he walks with
He makes the little ones work, before the big ones didn't make them work
Too stupid, too nice, sometimes he repeats the mistakes he made
He doesn't party much, he doesn't have much head
He stayed the same, sees others who show off
Drives the motorcycle like no one
He does his business like no one
He hides, like a man he cries alone
He knows that, so much, tomorrow his hour rings

Youth lost in illegality and problems
The coal and the wardens and the enemies who walk around
Youth lost in illegality and problems
The coal and the wardens and the enemies who walk around

Sector, trouble, at the scratch it crosses a patrol
You're on the move while your buddy is fooling around

Youth lost in illegality and problems
The coal and the wardens and the enemies who walk around
Youth lost in illegality and problems
The coal and the wardens and the enemies who walk around

Youth lost in illegality and problems
The coal and the wardens and the enemies who walk around

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