70+5, baby I have Parisian blood, my buddies call me "igo"
The Russians, they call me Igor, I'm from the side of Périgord
I make booklets up to Périgueux
And don't tell me you have the Ruger
We don't tolerate cops like Hooker
The competition, they're fighting over whoppers
For us, it's a lot of shots for very few misses
Now, show your ass in the Mercedes Coupe
Give back what you owe us in small bills
Do you really think we're waiting to doubt?
We're like hundreds of kilos pure
You heard the noise yeah, you smelled the smell
Black guy, start the engine
Round trip Paris-Rotterdam, I was mandated by the admiralty
They say the wheel turns, it doesn't want to pivot
There's not a cockpit we can't pilot
Don't worry about us, we control our fears
Yeah, how many stories have we stepped into?
We manage to shoot even from kilometers away
Why are you playing with smoking all the stock?
There's not one in five humans who is honest
I give a beating, I make the whole crowd rise, you got it?

The hood 70+5, you got it?
Sneazzy, S.Pri and Gun, you got it?
We believe in ourselves but not too much in luck, you got it?
For us, it's women and football games, you got it?
Don't ring my phone, black guy understand
My squad only good plans, you got it?
Champagne, avenue Montaigne, I have the amounts
Bitches, I'm having a good time, you got it?

I have aphrodisiacs in my system
They love me too much at home, they bring their suitcases
A rap too organic, I do like Mike and Philly, black guy I organize myself
Let me do my shit (yeah), vacation in Cyprus
I'm in my branch and I'm not too agile
I know I have a polluted head like, imagine China
I'm a stone for the machine, I'm not Achilles
I know how to stay calm when it gets agitated
Quicker, older, in short, it's me but better, a tamed version
It's Alpha Wann, put a bill on it
I'm in Paris and I make the South shine
Some black guys want to shoot me
Some whites only pillage sugar
If there's a floor, it's to pray on
Spit the fire that grills the stud'
Don't give a fuck about the throne and who's on it
Tell the kids to avoid the stupid
For money, it cuts and leaves stumps
The food chain and its links
If the oldest profession is whore
Then there were already pimps among the Cro-Magnon men

The hood 70+5, you got it?
Sneazzy, S.Pri and Gun, you got it?
We believe in ourselves but not too much in luck, you got it?
For us, it's women and football games, you got it?
Don't ring my phone, black guy understand
My squad only good plans, you got it?
Champagne, avenue Montaigne, I have the amounts
Bitches, I'm having a good time, you got it?

You posted your girl as if she was a hit
Bro, she gave everything but you missed the frame
Yeah, it's almost your end, they brought the clap
I saw that I had the same Rolex as the pope
The old traitors apologize and come back
And the new traitors all left on their own
Know that they are not born sons of bitches but become them
I don't do rap for rebellious white boys
I'm on Nouvo Mode, new level
Soon you'll have to get off the carousel
You didn't wait to open a hair salon
We just pressured you and then you spilled the beans
Love is not a benign disease
Yeah, girls get attached too quickly but they are annoying
It starts with "one night stand, it's not my thing"
It leaves with my DNA on the denim
The sound is angry, it's almost illegal
We walk in Paris, we dodge the fans
I listened to your album bro but it's bland
It's the 7-5 boy, I'm with S.Pri and Phaal
French rappers see me, they all try to eject
But it remains a failure
My absences remain unjustified but my presence is very expensive
You got it?

The hood 70+5, you got it?
Sneazzy, S.Pri and Gun, you got it?
We believe in ourselves but not too much in luck, you got it?
For us, it's women and football games, you got it?
Don't ring my phone, black guy understand
My squad only good plans, you got it?
Champagne, avenue Montaigne, I have the amounts
Bitches, I'm having a good time, you got it?

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