You've got money that comes and goes
We burn everything, we'll see tomorrow
I come from the poor neighborhoods
I'm not afraid of much (ha, ha)
You've got money that comes and goes (ooh)
When there's enough for one, there's enough for many (many, many, many, many)
I come from the poor neighborhoods
I'm not afraid of much

The Last Dance, 23, Jordan
I'm preparing for the big journey
I uncover the rocket in the garage
I put on the outfit for grand galas
The village child has grown up well
The cops are waiting for me at the turn
Good and evil, you have to make a choice
I wear a white t-shirt, a Swiss watch
I'm like Ciro, I'm immortal
I put on a beret like in Birmingham
With the little blade, alaykum salam
They shot at me under the beautiful star
May God forgive me before I turn to dust
Eyes wet with hate under my sunglasses
We patrol more than those who are paid to do it

You've got money that comes and goes
We burn everything, we'll see tomorrow (ha)
I come from the poor neighborhoods
I'm not afraid of much (what's up?)
You've got money that comes and goes
When there's enough for one, there's enough for many (many, many, many, many)
I come from the poor neighborhoods
I'm not afraid of much

The Cali in a tupperware (ooh)
An eight-shot in the double bottom of a drawer (pew)
When there's enough for one, there's enough for many
No, death is not the end (no)
I put marbles in the earthlings (yes)
My joy of living is deteriorating (strongly)
I hold the record for body searches
What I need arrives by the port (go)
I need to reduce my consumption
I hang out in a qamis at home
I don't even watch full series anymore
I'll have to get into CBD
Top player, still active
Because time always tells the truth
Friendship has scarred me
No kid, the oven has no heir

You've got money that comes and goes
We burn everything, we'll see tomorrow (ha)
I come from the poor neighborhoods
I'm not afraid of much (ha, ha)
You've got money that comes and goes (ha)
When there's enough for one, there's enough for many (many, many, many, many)
I come from the poor neighborhoods (Vitry)
I'm not afraid of much

I come from the poor neighborhoods
I'm not afraid of much
To the brothers who left too soon
We're not all safe and sound
You've got money that comes and goes
No, we won't take anything with us
I come from the poor neighborhoods
I'm not afraid of much

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