I don't have Pavarotti's talent
I parked next to the 504, a last series of the Mannschaft
Monster

I don't cry, even at funerals, even listening to raï
Anyway, if we do harm, in the Hereafter we will pay for it
I don't want your number, I don't want a bimbo, I don't want a Kim K
I don't have the arrogance of a guy like Ibra, I'm just Rim'K
I've made some enemies, they want to smoke me it's possible
To protect the family I hid a gun in the kitchen
The bills, I start counting them, I'm alone even in a full concert
When you love you don't count, that's how I manage my dough
I don't like long discussions that are made to fill
I grew up in Vitry Hood, in an overcrowded apartment
Here the fucking city, the real one, we arrive in a procession of Clio 2
To channel my nerves, to calm me down, I would need to smoke a kilo of weed
They talk about our lives without knowing us, they don't even watch the whole movie
At three years old they put me on a piwi, to teach me how to pilot

I put my forehead on the ground
Brother I'm solo
Life doesn't give gifts
Brother I'm solo
They stabbed me in the back
Now I'm solo
I've lost too many brothers
I'm solo

I put my forehead on the ground
Brother I'm solo
Life doesn't give gifts
Brother I'm solo
They stabbed me in the back
Now I'm solo
I've lost too many brothers
I'm solo

I'm just a victim of routine
I walk in the city
I'm about to explode
Like a grenade without a pin
I manage my life like a club manager
I pay for Rich Homie or Young Thug
To lighten the ordeal
I kiss my blunt
My life needs to stabilize
Death is approaching, I feel guilty
I owe nothing to anyone, I feel free
I don't need you to push twenty liters
I don't like you, you don't like me
Stay away from me, ya3tik saha
I enjoy a big glass of milk in the country
And dates that come from the Sahara (DZ)
On my first CD I put my whole city
My whole city on the cover (Vitry)
I have urges that come back
You're going for a ride in the trunk of the Range Rover
(With the spare wheel)
You can see my ugly face
In the 8pm news but never in Closer
Uncle, father and son, we work as a family
We fuck your mother

I put my forehead on the ground
Brother I'm solo
Life doesn't give gifts
Brother I'm solo
They stabbed me in the back
Now I'm solo
I've lost too many brothers
I'm solo

I put my forehead on the ground
Brother I'm solo
Life doesn't give gifts
Brother I'm solo
They stabbed me in the back
Now I'm solo
I've lost too many brothers
I'm solo

Like everyone else I have the right to forgiveness
Alone I carry my burden
It's not money that makes the man
It's the man who makes money
I'm nobody's star
I'm just a suburbanite
We'll see who will be there for me
At salat al janaza

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