Where I come from, we shoot or use a pistol
I was outside, they passed me some purple weed
In tracksuit, if I want, tomorrow I stop everything
On my thigh, there are always bullet holes
Where I come from, we shoot or use a pistol
I was outside, they passed me some purple weed
In tracksuit, if I want, tomorrow I stop everything
On my thigh, there are always bullet holes

I'm not a traitor, I stay honest
I don't want my body to be found in a van
I would do anything not to end up in Baumettes (a prison in France)
I don't want mama to have tears on her cheeks
It's sad, there's little return when you help
I would like to bring back those I love but I don't have the remedy
I'm in the village, I take strawberry Lipton
I have friends, they are hot like embers

Where I come from, we shoot or use a pistol
I was outside, they passed me some purple weed
In tracksuit, if I want, tomorrow I stop everything
On my thigh, there are always bullet holes
Where I come from, we shoot or use a pistol
I was outside, they passed me some purple weed
In tracksuit, if I want, tomorrow I stop everything
On my thigh, there are always bullet holes

When I do one too many, I sometimes bug
I go to my corner when they disappoint me
I've always taken responsibility when I had to make choices
Always the mental despite the pains and joys

You're looking for me, you can cross me in the 13th (district)
His grandmother to the one who gives my address
In the deep South, we are at ease
There are weapons, we don't care if you act tough
I can't do better, I speak clear as crystal
You disgust me, like traitors who ally, yeah
You show bundles of cash, it's normal that your friends drool
(You show bundles of cash, it's normal that your friends drool)

Where I come from, we shoot or use a pistol
I was outside, they passed me some purple weed
In tracksuit, if I want, tomorrow I stop everything
On my thigh, there are always bullet holes
Where I come from, we shoot or use a pistol
I was outside, they passed me some purple weed
In tracksuit, if I want, tomorrow I stop everything
On my thigh, there are always bullet holes

When I do one too many, I sometimes bug
I go to my corner when they disappoint me
I've always taken responsibility when I had to make choices
Always the mental despite the pains and joys

Where I come from, we shoot or use a pistol
I was outside, they passed me some purple weed
In tracksuit, if I want, tomorrow I stop everything
On my thigh, there are always bullet holes
Where I come from, we shoot or use a pistol
I was outside, they passed me some purple weed
In tracksuit, if I want, tomorrow I stop everything
On my thigh, there are always bullet holes

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