Let them believe that we don't have much to say brother
To behave badly, we didn't wait for the mis-per
Man, I see life in the color of misery
In the end, I put the brakes on, at the beginning I had a thousand brothers
In cash and pride, we are due-per
I have projects mate, but it's like an ulcer
How do you feel? Khey, I'm angry
Ready to die like the mate du-per
Wounded mother, money under seal
Allah yhanik if you're still under C.R
We all tightened, broke a ble-câ
Only in shroud will we have impeccable attire
Just a plet-cou, we put you paro
You want to taste huh? Go ahead, smoke my words
Fuck the patrols, life is dirty
Like initiating your son to deal drugs
Nothing to hide, we have everything to lose
I'm not going to play the MC who's going to fuck everything up this year
They're all faded, all hungry
To the concrete, it was talking about lighting up the cops
Limited horizon, that's what will remain for us
At home, destiny moves forward, no it doesn't back down
I'm number six, I distribute the balloons
I mess up like my son in your living room
Talk to me in the language of the father
Fous l'zbeul since the time of kindergarten
Record fed by the correctional
Street child only progresses in problems
Wesh to my zinc'

Wesh to my zinc', wesh to my zinc'
Wesh to my zinc', wesh to my zinc'
Wesh to my zinc', wesh to my zinc'
Wesh to my zinc', what's up with you?
What's up with you? What's up with you?
Wesh to my zinc', what's up with you?
What's up with you?

You went from the Clio to the A5
It's dar it stinks of hebs
Like groping a clit at five
Wesh to my zinc', wesh to my zinc'
Wesh to my zinc'

The square courtyard we know it makes brothers fall
Alpha Kilo 47 made mothers cry
Left to myself I do what I can here I struggle
Never asked anything from the mother big
Since tit-pe I manage
My trilogy in the bins, they didn't understand the concept
So many worries when I empty my bag
I fill concert halls
The day rises I haven't slept
I think about what concerns us
The night brought me bad luck
Yet I was told it would bring advice
Angry like my ancestors, Arab and proud to be
I take the big checks, I leave you the rest
For me it's just wanking
I failed my schooling, but I became famous
I inspire philosophy students at the faculty of letters
You wish me well I wish you the same Allah Yselmek
Anyway, soon I'm leaving here
I suffocate like in a hammam
I don't spend thousands and hundreds
In clothes or in clubs dude
I put some love aside
For my son Jihed Mohamed
N.I.R.O, what's up with you?
Wesh to my zinc', wesh to my zinc'
What's up with you? What's up with you?
Wesh to my zinc', wesh to my zinc'

You went from the Clio to the A5
It's dar it stinks of hebs
Like groping a clit at five
Wesh to my zinc', wesh to my zinc'
Wesh to my zinc'

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