Mister Yougataga, Djalito-to-to
So dirty, you listen to our sound, you have to redo the car
We want the hebet, we will repeat my will
It has to turn at full speed like an all-you-can-eat rrain-té
Turn on your hazard lights, this is HLM tres
We will never beg for anything, like Valérie Pécresse
You want to fill the cash register, fold an S Masta chip
More snow than in Alaska, screw the stars tah Insta

Lungs and hair of a rasta, put a million and I'll shave everything
I'm redoing myself on a hasba, in any case we break everything
Mentality of Mgharba, for the sake of the children of the neighborhood
They only knew manhood, not like you guys
In front they never say anything but behind they only kuma
It looks bad, jealousy can kill, it's like smoking
And you would have done Val OZ, up to RDN
Our soldiers have bled too much, the street has left scars
And they see us as guinea pigs except we dissected ourselves
Who eats alone chokes alone, share couscous it checked
When you've tasted too much hardship, you can't savor happiness anymore
Many thought they screwed the street but it's the street that screwed them
Drunk, I drive like a reckless driver, I'm up for all the brawls
I only know dealers, chiefs but I'm very well surrounded
It's for the city rats who will never leave the ship
I see the rungs as obstacles, have to climb them

Million euros in sight
Patek Phillipe and Audermars (and Audemars)
Presumed guilty but we don't want to end up
Locked up like Raddad Omar (Raddad Omar, Raddad Omar)
Million euros in sight
Patek Phillipe and Audermars (and Audemars)
Presumed guilty but we don't want to end up
Locked up like Raddad Omar (Raddad Omar, Raddad Omar)

Like our brothers can't even see anymore, you're not gone yet
Mister You always the best, that's what Madif told me
Monday at Five tah La Chapelle, Tuesday at Five, Jumu3a at bit
If the prosecutor appeals, you'll never see us again, bitch
Da3wa to the competitors, I ue-t them in one punchline like Djalito
Sometimes you think you're watching seagulls but they're albino crows
Even in the ying there is the yang but mine don't care
They prefer to rob banks than to end up in oblivion

On my wounds there is no bandage, even Air One in the polls
I'm like Mbappé, the paper, no-no, it's not a question of age
They talk about me, they talk about us, they try to boycott
Let them try to stop You, it's going to end in a hostage taking
Then I'll be presumed guilty like all the street guys
Then I'll chain in my cave, MDR 2, you see
After being the prince I will become the big bad You
In the HLM, hasta la muerte, we will wet the jersey

Million euros in sight
Patek Phillipe and Audermars (and Audemars)
Presumed guilty but we don't want to end up
Locked up like Raddad Omar (Raddad Omar, Raddad Omar)
Million euros in sight
Patek Phillipe and Audermars (and Audemars)
Presumed guilty but we don't want to end up
Locked up like Raddad Omar (Raddad Omar, Raddad Omar)

(Hades)

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