Mad lights a fire in the province in an hour
Eh, po-po, po-po, po-po, po-po
Eh-eh, okay, okay, eh
Po-po, po-po, eh

Hey, tchikita if you pass through the zone
You must have seen some poto doing L-A (pa-pa, pa-pa)
Popping a wheelie on a TMax
Running from the police
Or walking around the area with Asics on his feet
Socks are from FootKorner or Vrunk
Sacoche on the right, Montpellier, France tracksuit
I don't go to the gym, I train in boxing
I breathe the street, street clothes, little ride
Kask helmet kité, oh
Brought gifts to the zone
I brought from Paris all Nike and Adidas tracksuits
France in Italy, rappers doing the dance
As a kid, I stole Rockrider and BMX, I stayed on the street
As kids, we had cuts on our eyelashes like Miccoli
The number ten on the jersey like Victor and
As a baby, I supported Juve, I had Dybala's jersey at home

I reverse it like Pelè (uh-uh)
Among the palà
Ugly son of a bitch (sh-sh)
Fuck your mother
I'm under the fè-fè
Benzema
Building number nine (sh-sh)
It's silence

I reverse it like Pelè (uh-uh)
Among the palà
Ugly son of a bitch (sh-sh)
Fuck your mother
I'm under the fè-fè
Benzema
Building number nine (sh-sh)
It's silence

Eh, they come down to the square with LA P t-shirts
Some poto maman never said, "Thank you"
They are locked in a garage
With Lewandowski tracksuits
And there are some bastards, my friend
Yes, some bastards have the look of those
Who have drunk liquids
Go home mom in the disco
Dad goes out at night
You know Tia and Riki
We were not born rich
A baby cooks dinner alone
For his whole family

Coco in the zone
Poto in misery
Come on, come on
It's equality
Coco in the zone
Poto in misery
Come on, come on
It's equality

I reverse it like Pelè (uh-uh)
Among the palà
Ugly son of a bitch (sh-sh)
Fuck your mother
I'm under the fè-fè
Benzema
Building number nine (sh-sh)
It's silence

I reverse it like Pelè (uh-uh)
Among the palà
Ugly son of a bitch (sh-sh)
Fuck your mother
I'm under the fè-fè
Benzema
Building number nine (sh-sh)
It's silence

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