Money, money, money
Money, power, power, business
What is business? Taking other people's money
That's what the street made me believe
In the evening, my mother would tell me a story
A little nursery rhyme, the epic of Jacques Mesrine
Monster

At the end of the leash, I have a pit'
We rip everything off, we leave you the tips
Tomorrow we make a team
The day after tomorrow we make the headlines
We've always known that fear leads to nothing
A bit like studies
In a big car, we want to please the prostitutes
With nothing, we become wholesalers
Dirty terrorist face, I sell medicinal weed
International trafficking, I'm on the bench of the tribunal
I learned to never surrender, always be a guarantor
I have enough to defend myself, I have enough to take them down
You learn to speak at 5, to shut up at 50
Big wad in the satchel
Your Porsche, we steal its rims
We open the trunk without the keys, we want peace
Our future is sprinkled with adulterated heroin
By trying to look good, my back hurts
Because of the bucket seat
I age like the Cartel, I age like the neighborhood

The street made me love crime
Like a child from the slums
I've seen families who are depressed
I've seen drugs flood the city
The street made me love crime
Like a child from Brazil
I've seen families who are depressed
I've seen drugs flood the city

The street made me love crime
Like a child from the slums
I've seen families who are depressed
I've seen drugs flood the city
The street made me love crime
Like a child from Brazil
I've seen families who are depressed
I've seen drugs flood the city

Fuck your mothers, leave me alone
I steal from the corner store
I could have been blind
I know by heart, the streets of my home
I talk about what hurts
I don't trust women, nor do I trust drugs
Dz my national team
They want to do me like Arafat
My audience is in the room
So the cops are in the room
We inaugurated the hasra
We know what it's like to be hungry
My neighbor beats his wife
He gives her penalties
To both, I'll fuck their race
Because they woke up my little one
I'm part of those who are oppressed
Visually, I assault them
I have the bank account of Algeria
Yet they took me for Greece
I cook the onions at mass
My team has your address
Little love faces
You might think that on Sunday morning, they go to mass

The street made me love crime
Like a child from the slums
I've seen families who are depressed
I've seen drugs flood the city
The street made me love crime
Like a child from Brazil
I've seen families who are depressed
I've seen drugs flood the city

The street made me love crime
Like a child from the slums
I've seen families who are depressed
I've seen drugs flood the city
The street made me love crime
Like a child from Brazil
I've seen families who are depressed
I've seen drugs flood the city

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