We arrive, it smells like kerosene
I need a bag full of money and neoprene balaclavas
I'm not in the same state
I don't remember the theorems and I'm less and less on the phone
Serve me a Vodka Schweppes Tonic
It's the sound of the rats, welfare flow in a Mercedes
I have the codes, I have the rhetoric, the older I get, the more methodical I become
And those we loved will give my address
My thoughts in the kaleidoscope when silence makes too much noise
You know we can all end up in the South, often calibrated to the studio
I make music on rainy days
And I piss positive urine to the drug test
I want the Hulk, I want the Federer and not to die like those who unite
We show up in paramilitary flow
Fist clenched, heart of stone
And I see my father die every time I close my eyelids
Put your mother in a safe place
Penalty in the aggression, sound that puts pressure (pressure)
I'm not in the worldly parties
And I like simple things, my mother doesn't care about the Urus, she wants the Citroën
And come slap us so we can return them in lead
I grew up where it chats, I grew up where it hustles
Don't talk too much in front of people, there are only spies
I'm neither on the side of the bad, nor on the side of the good

Concrete workers, assassins, arsonists
In the end, we rarely come out of the court
I haven't lost my codes, be careful if we equip ourselves
I deactivate the LIF, my little one, you're coming out of the egg
You know how we make a sound, you know how we cut a (bam)
A treble clef, a saucepan and it makes crack
Bag filled with olives, tracker under the racing cars
Seven years we've been tearing, you're putting sticks in the free wheels

Weapon under the mattress and you feel the threat coming
In short, at twenty, I was playing craps in Vegas, stop
Close the pharmacy, a bag, I'm touring the Atlas
Without bulletproof vests, we tour the wreck
Eyes riveted on the recipe, hustle and receiving stolen goods
Certificates, they're jealous but I'm going to make you love salt
The part of the sky and the part of the shadow, when I was nothing
She didn't have my time, I didn't set her up, she says I'm big-headed
Coño, I invested, why are you looking at the pay with bulging eyes?
(I didn't do much in her)
I didn't do much in high school
Outside, they tell me "Le S, whenever you want, we slide them"
I don't care, in truth, I had deficiencies in everything
Now, I have a carriage that's worth the price of a shotgun or an apartment in Endoume
Women, they put you to sleep, they drive you crazy
Money, it makes you fake, it makes you crazy but let's bail out

Concrete workers, assassins, arsonists
In the end, we rarely come out of the court
I haven't lost my codes, be careful if we equip ourselves
I deactivate the LIF, my little one, you're coming out of the egg
You know how we make a sound, you know how we cut a (bam)
A treble clef, a saucepan and it makes crack
Bag filled with olives, tracker under the racing cars
Seven years we've been tearing, you're putting sticks in the free wheels

Concrete workers, assassins, arsonists
In the end, we rarely come out of the court
I haven't lost my codes, be careful if we equip ourselves
I deactivate the LIF, my little one, you're coming out of the egg
You know how we make a sound, you know how we cut a (bam)
A treble clef, a saucepan and it makes crack
Bag filled with olives, tracker under the racing cars
Seven years we've been tearing, you're putting sticks in the free wheels

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