Yeah, my friend, you're not family
Guy from the ghetto scarred by life
Yeah, my friend, you're not family
Guy from the ghetto scarred by life
I've done too many assists, now it's time to score
Nabz, nigga, what's up? Eh

I only smoke strong stuff, my teeth were yellowed
I saw that death was dirty and that hate was pretty (ah)
At the police station, I'm burnt out, I'm always angry, I deny
Walking backwards in my head but I haven't gotten younger (brah)
We're going to put it in your skull, don't spur them on
The mothers are looking for work, the children have gone to steal
I'm going to shit on them all after the breakfast coffee
I'll stop rapping, promise, when the 3amis go fasting
I don't give a damn, midnight on the Rolex
You know Youness in shit, in flesh, in kind
Don't think we're doing too much, the dahwa is just fat
We don't know the metro anymore, it's a 2.6 litre 3 (vroom, vroom)

Childhood memories, shit, weed, coke, crack
Belleville, Place des Barbès, Stalingrad (yeah, yeah)
Search, the cops who rob you
Deposition, we don't know each other
To the newcomers, ges-sh', I have brothers who crack
Intervention, the hesses who pin you down
The hole, the hess, not even fair
Arriving at the dungeon, all the plans go awry

You have to be careful, my mate, we don't miss opportunities
We play like social cases, we leave houses second hand
It sells resin and coke, whisky and Coca
When it pulls out the 11K, it's not to make a black eye
Hidden in the dark, you've put everything on a loser
Your wife is waiting for you, it's time for the lies
Children witnesses to avoid doing their homework
It's the story of life, I'm telling you what I've seen
I dream, I want to see the whole world
It's Jean-Michel Bazire who ruined the neighborhood
Diamond deals, Cartier jewelry
In the street where you fall, there's no stretcher bearer
I want to take a puff before you leave
It's about the mafia Le Grand Quartier
At my place, when you sleep, you can get smacked
I want Louis Vuitton, Dior and Versace (brah)

Childhood memories, shit, weed, coke, crack
Belleville, Place des Barbès, Stalingrad (yeah, yeah)
Search, the cops who rob you
Deposition, we don't know each other
To the newcomers, ges-sh', I have brothers who crack
Intervention, the hesses who pin you down
The hole, the hess, not even fair
Arriving at the dungeon, all the plans go awry

We want money, we want money
We want money, we want money
Of course not, I haven't changed
Of course yes, I love danger
Today, you feed them
Tomorrow, no one will come to avenge you
Ouh, yeah, yeah
You're not family
Yeah my friend, you're not family
Yeah my friend, you're not family
Guy from the ghetto scarred by life

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