The more I grow up, the more I resemble my father
The more I grow up, the more I get closer to my mother (Stef Becker Beatmaker)
A lot of liquid is what I need to quench my thirst
Thank God I'm not in dirty business

Phone tapped, SFR, Bouygues Telecom
The bar at Lyca Mobile, delivery of punch no com
9 milli no Gomme Cogne (haa)
Gomorra mentality
Only mountains don't cross each other
Sooner or later we'll get you
It's over, from our hearts yes you're banned
Friendship can quickly turn
You can end up like Manny

Oh fuck your fuck your eow
Your vice we know it by heart
I could have given you my life
Now I wouldn't even give you the time
Yeah fuck your fuck your eow
The strength of the J and my beow

I have a lot of obstacles in my way
I have to work like a dog
We didn't wear any klew
That's why the views are there keow
They put Mourad inside
No one to take care of him anymore

Who are you counting on, what are you counting on to eat
Hey tell me who you sucked and why did you do it?
Yeah yeah, son of a harki you don't deserve the AK
For six points you have two targui or a ticket to Mecca
I don't have a diploma, I don't have the Bac, ah
No one gave me charity
We don't launder dirty money, in the haram no blessing

What, what, what, what, what?
You're jealous of the one who doesn't have wehda
I don't understand, don't, don't, don't, don't
You're jealous of the one who doesn't have wehda
I'll tell you we don't have much, but we have what you don't have
We don't have much, but we have what you don't have
We don't have much, but we have what you don't have
We don't have much, but we have what you don't have

I still have the same friends, sure no I don't change my buddies
The A, the Z, the D, Soso Marseille Z the Dose
And I just work until the day I'll be the boss

Only work pays
There's no salary for breaks
I didn't lift the mask, she already finds me handsome
I'm a junkyard dog, don't talk to me about getting engaged
It's always the crisis why are you raging?
This week I have the package, next week I don't have 4G
20E the SFR deal, a thousand five for the PGG
If you want to touch, it's 80 for 1g
40 for the investment, the other 40 for the engineer
You have to know how to manage the budget
It's the struggle of the indie

Anonymous call but tell us what we did to you
Little son of a bitch we have our shoelaces undone
I fall asleep thinking about you, I think about it again when I drink coffee
Either I forget you or I smoke you, but I won't come to slap you
I'm going to fuck up my life, yeah, and I don't give a fuck
I'm going to fuck up my life, yeah, and I don't give a fuck
I'm going to fuck up my life, yeah, and I don't give a fuck
I'm going to fuck up my life, yeah, and I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

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