I come from Vitry, Braquo City
Up to Pucket City
Braquo City, Braquo City
Vitry, Braquo City

I write on a coca leaf (coca)
I just signed a new contract (contract)
Lots of zeros after the one
If the world is going wrong, go cry to Obama ('bama)
At the other end of the world on a tuk-tuk
I vomit in the soup, I cut the fruit with a machete
On the iron throne like Vladimir Putin
Go all fuck yourselves

3wyna, 3wyna, bottle of Ruinart
Big fat meal, I grilled the lobsters
I always get up like Schwarzenegger
I'm touring Paris with a war tank
In one phone call I put you in shit (in shit)
In two phone calls I put you under the ground
In a jar, I put some weed (put some weed)
To stop us there's only prison

Small motel, small massage, small Thai rice, small wash
Savatika, a French-Chinese passport
Fucking Arab
Thousands of euros laid on the table
We came for the money
Not for the pussies, nor for the clothes
What makes you a man
It's not the Kalash, it's doing the Salat

I do my Salat up to the United States
The day I'll be done
Is the day they'll have smoked me
I could have had a career in resin (resin)
I could have been a child of the slums (slums)
I draw you my robot portrait (draw)
I saw the drug money flood the city

I ask myself questions about life
I ask myself questions about death
I ask myself questions about my past
I ask myself questions about the Din

I ask myself questions about life
I ask myself questions about death
I ask myself questions about my past
Questions about the Din

(Questions about the Din)
(Questions about the Din)
(Questions about the Din)

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