(Sorry, Carlito)
(Ay yo, that shit Katchy Senpaï)

Ahh, ah-ah
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ah-ah
Ahh, ahh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I would like to give you time but right now I'm busy with
The ups and downs of life, the hood and everything that happens there
There are wheelie-popping bikes, conductors, and guitars
I remember your door code but I forgot your face
Love dissipated because it's digital
Handcrafted music, come taste the olive oil
A villa for mama, I would offer her in Zanzibar
We hustle, we don't fold, we die and live poor

Distancing myself from you is necessary
If I don't go looking for money, for us, it will be BZMOR (ah huh)
So many bitches on the phone
At least the green bills make me forget your efforts
I mixed Jack and weed
I called you, I said "I want you, I have feelings for you" (ah huh)
But I know I would easily forget you
Between us it's bzmort, between us it's bzmort

They talk about dealing, we talk in kilos
Right now I'm high, you need to drive
I think about money since dawn
I don't even have time to stash the kilos
You weren't there at the beginning of the story, you won't be there in the epilogue
I don't have time to hang out in the street
I waste my time with these people, mama is getting older, I need to hurry
She gave me more than she should have but since I was demanding
She feels like she's being cheated

One euro is 200 dinars
So at the table, there are a lot fewer people for dinner
Far from dad, from mom
Your name has value
Oh capital, answer me

Distancing myself from you is necessary
If I don't go looking for money, for us, it will be BZMOR (ah huh)
So many bitches on the phone
At least the green bills make me forget your efforts
And when I mixed Jack and weed
I call you, I say "I want you, I have feelings for you" (ah huh)
But I know I would easily forget you
Between us it's bzmort, between us it's bzmort

Distancing myself from you is necessary
If I don't go looking for money, for us, it will be BZMOR (ah huh)
So many bitches on the phone
At least the green bills make me forget your efforts
And when I mixed Jack and weed
I call you, I say "I want you, I have feelings for you" (ah huh)
But I know I would easily forget you
Between us it's bzmort, between us it's bzmort

Each day has enough trouble of its own, I can barely breathe
The cops and the sirens put me to sleep
It's either Fleury or Fresnes, dad does the call to prayer
And I hang out alone outside

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