Oh
(Mousta made this sound, boy)

Yo, you call me "the blood" but you have leukemia (I feel it)
I'm at the gym, taking selfies while the dumbbells rest
The poor, between two sets (ooh)
They don't hold back when they crash into my Scenic (wait a bit)
There's blood on the windows, here I am surrounded by four cops
Armed with a gun sword if I'm going to fight my work (slash)
And while the rich eat beef ribs (barbecue bits)
The poor, in the protests, eat cop boots (baton blows)

They don't want to handcuff you if they want to break your arm
Wiretapped like Idris Elba, it kicks dirty like at Griselda
I always thought Link was called Zelda, it's the Mandela effect
I'm so stoned tonight, the TV will watch me

And I want money and I often tell myself
They talk behind my back but few are there to help me
At night, I'm drunk (damn it)
I'm always crazy (the D, the D)
Even far from the tower, we remain the same
We just cut some ties (true that)
Always make the salary even if it means being a bit more solo (eyah)
They all do the té-ci
When I open my eyes, everyone disappoints (eyah)
My words have value
If I open my heart, you're going to vomit (you're going to vomit)
I have to leave like in The Temple

Sevranese like Le Gros, the area is Kattegat
No splits among the nhommes-bo
I'm near the sea, I eat lambis
I'd like to end up in a Lambo', I only do combos
I'm like Zangief in Street Fighter, we never sucked up to anyone
It's not going to change now that we've made it
At night, I'm dead or in the Merc'
And then, I only make good tracks, eh

The bullets on the ground don't come back
Stairwells blocked by shopping carts
I grew up where everything is negotiated, DA to the big halls
The bandits, they cross paths in bre-som
I crossed Keshi in the twenty minus one
And then, my heart, it's rotten and then, you get done by the neighbor
We've known each other since we were kids but there aren't many friends left
I'm Tommy Shelby under kamas, true that

He told you, "this track, it's Legal feat. Thomas Shelby"
Armed like Serbia, a married man is a weakened man
I can't count the rettes-ba that my palm has served
But forbidden to sell land
I came out of my mother's womb to end up in the belly of the Earth

And I want money and I often tell myself
They talk behind my back but few are there to help me
At night, I'm drunk (damn it)
I'm always crazy (the D, the D)
Even far from the tower, we remain the same
We just cut some ties (true that)
Always make the salary even if it means being a bit more solo (eyah)
They all do the té-ci
When I open my eyes, everyone disappoints (eyah)
My words have value
If I open my heart, you're going to vomit (you're going to vomit)
I have to leave like in The Temple (yah)

D.A Uzi, Seth Guekx
(I have to leave like in The Temple)
Sevran, Phuket, Saint-Ouen, L'Aumône, tieks
(I have to leave like in The Temple)
Zdedededex

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