Eh, oh, yeah, yeah
Hey, jerk, hey
What's up, Old Man?
Hustler for life, crazies in the city
3.1.0
If you want my opinion (eh, eh)
The Old Man, Lesram, eh

They want enticing sums but outside, it's seriously mean
You want war, that's fine, but in the end, don't talk about religion (no, no)
Everyone wants to make their legend but inside, they're not aiming for the legs
Either you hustle, or you generate, you follow or you sing (the Old Man)
I have to make up for my sins, no time to be in a coma
I know the angel of death is waiting for me, and me, the Old Man, I'm waiting to scratch
I only listen to myself, humans only talk about D
And everyone is plastered but we see the masks fall when it gets blown up
For money, how many have committed dramas?
What I did wrong, you blame, what I did right, you don't talk about
The end stops at any potato, closer to the trumpet than the time of Adam?
Diligent for the loot, many absent for the house?
Tinted visor on a Glock?, Either I come in plastered or I see the prosecutor
A kid on the field got blown up, straight away, I call Felenbok
Find me in Molenbeek, Rotterdam, Barcelona, Casa', 0.4
And even if I'm losing (eh, eh) I admit that my value, I manage it calmly (I manage it calmly)

I'm suspicious of everyone, even my close ones pass
I didn't wait to see the freight dry up for me to think about it in the end (to think about it in the end)
Stop playing the thug, you eat rocks in the street
You traffic in influence, you're a scoundrel, not a boss
The devil and the sauce, if there's a consumption, I'm the source
Team of four in a 4x4, I turn like a sauce
I have too much honor, I can't fold, I've tasted the melle-ga too much
7, Avenue des Peupliers, how can I forget?

Hustlers for life, we did everything in reality
Crazies in the city, we pushed in the alley
It's money, power, bro, all that, it's cruel
If you want my opinion (if you want my opinion)
Hustlers for life, we did everything in reality
Crazies in the city, we pushed in the alley
It's money, power, bro, all that, it's cruel
If you want my opinion (if you want my opinion)

And in the city, it deals, oh my God (yeah, yeah) we cool the world (eh, eh, eh)
We have to pray to God, hey, what's up, Old Man? (Hey, what's up?)
It's logical if you do nothing, you sink, if you're hungry, you climb (yeah, yeah)
You have to hang on until the end of the round, until the end of the world
My bro, we're walking on mines, beware, money leads to tensions
They want to see our tight khos reinsert themselves in gloomy manual labor (in gloomy manual labor)
Like when Manu extends his Glock (Glock, when Manu extends his Glock)
Or like a one-on-one with bare hands in this block
It's not just lyrics, it's rhymes, no, no, risks and perils
Like the kids who die in fights, it's terrible
The street, it's painful, you need madness and endurance
Here, the song of the sirens, it's the police and the ambulance (jerk)
You have to hang on, but why are you making a face? (Why?)
Everyone has their own pace, don't judge the slug (never)
The street, I put it in the picture, it's bre-som like mafia movies
The awful themes, the firearms (the firearms)
You've done harm, you'll have to assume the rest
Toil or suffer, they just want the judge to screw you
And as soon as the moon rises, the hoods lower
Dealing to survive the path of the hoodlums (hey, jerk)

Hustlers for life, we did everything in reality
Crazies in the city, we pushed in the alley
It's money, power, bro, all that, it's cruel
If you want my opinion (if you want my opinion)
Hustlers for life, we did everything in reality
Crazies in the city, we pushed in the alley
It's money, power, bro, all that, it's cruel
If you want my opinion (if you want my opinion)

Hustlers for life, we did everything in reality
Crazies in the city, we pushed in the alley
It's money, power, bro, all that, it's cruel
If you want my opinion (if you want my opinion)

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