Five floors and I arrive at the nanny's
I was detailing while watching my series coolly
Cousin, we don't need a marabout
Despite the dirty work we do, we pray to God every day
Initially, I didn't see myself informing you
I found myself in the studio and I'm making money
If the kids ask you where it comes from
It's because they've targeted you, they're hungry for money

The bass resonating in my car
But it's manageable here, in my mouth, there's a big joint
Your mother doesn't know you swear on her head
Besides, you're overdoing it, don't think we're stupid
I'm burnt out driving my wheels
We're four in the car, we're all in tracksuits
I'm burnt out driving my wheels
If we come across the decks, they're sure to do us in

It comes from the street, the time I'm no longer in the books
Instead of being at school, I was there detailing
The city gave me paper
So for me, school was slowing me down in all my projects
Don't do what we did, that's what the elders said
But stubborn as we are, we went to snatch
Time of screwing, people, we mixed
You hear the name of my city, you start to shine
(Oh là là, oh là là, oh là là)

I pick up two liters of weed
I'm technical like Mbappé in Fifa
Leg overs, the canister is in my bath
(Ah, the canister is in my bath)
The cops want to stop the match
Sometimes, the whole city throws stones
Noon-midnight, you know what's going on

94 on the plate, I come straight from 59, you know why
(You know) I think about my bro at the base
All my thugs ended up with concrete at the bar
And then suitcase passed the customs
A server that makes cash, we pick up, we detail (we cut)
You can see me stunting in Paris or chilling in a coffee shop in Rotterdam

I'm hungry, I'm never full
Be careful, it can shave all your weed (hot stuff)
Gelato, I have to sell everything
I make paper then I buy guns
On the phone, they ask for coke
A kid on a Vespa makes the address in Paris
In the zone there are some under bracelets
Two-three jails, for my guys, I say free

(Oh là là, oh là là, oh là là)
I pick up two liters of weed
I'm technical like Mbappé in Fifa
Leg overs, the canister is in my bath
(Ah, the canister is in my bath)
The cops want to stop the match
Sometimes, the whole city throws stones
Noon-midnight, you know what's going on

I pick up two liters of weed
I'm technical like Mbappé in Fifa
Leg overs, the canister is in my bath
(Ah, the canister is in my bath)
The cops want to stop the match
Sometimes, the whole city throws stones
Noon-midnight, you know what's going on

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