Yes hello Mr. Thabiti
You never talked about your youth
How was your life in the old days?
I'm not lying to you, listen

In the old days, I didn't have a 5th grade education
I was hanging out in the block, selling hashish
We were stuck in the area
We were throwing stones at the cops and the big sons of
We wanted it all, 90
We were hanging out in the stairwell of block 5.6
Hooded, masked at the back of the bus
We were going up to La Rose to do burglaries

In the old days, it was hard
We were all educated with belt hits
No braids, no def', no dye
Just a fade so that the dad can torture you
In the old days, we didn't have a phone
No Snapchat, no Insta, dude
We wanted to end up like Ronaldinho
All with OM during the classicos
Before it was the world
We were doing everything crazy
If it's a brother's sister, no one (?)
We were having fun with Dragon Ball Z, kamehameha
I was killing myself on Dada's brother's Game Cube
I started smoking, I was in middle school
A royal of weed, my colleague was crazy
We were hanging out in an organized gang, my buddy (in an organized gang)
We could fuck your mother, even if you're strong
In the old days a pair of TN was enough
I want to go back to my high school years

To the mzé?
Yeah?
You missed some steps there
Oh yeah, that's true
Wait, wait, wait, tell them about the old days (?)

In the old days, I didn't have a 5th grade education
I was hanging out in the block, selling hashish
We were stuck in the area
We were throwing stones at the cops and the big sons of
We wanted it all, 90
We were hanging out in the stairwell of block 5.6
Hooded, masked at the back of the bus
We were going up to La Rose to do burglaries

I was coming out of custody as soon as I crossed my mother
Before it was calm today it thinks it's in Call of
It was rapping hard in the basement the sound loud in the speaker
(?) Was doing the job, I was just a thief at the base
The mba wanted us to go to the chioni
Otherwise it's a one-way ticket to Moroni
I did the 400 blows with Balti
With Little Beur we burgled the whole area
If you see the mother, utsi mambiyé
Latest iPhone, I get 5G
With the D, with Django, khapta in the south, that it works hard
Hey old man, quiet or what
The little ones have grown up you see
In the old days there was no convoy
To go to the city, it was stealing cars
In the old days a pair of TN was enough
I want to go back to my high school years

In the old days, I didn't have a 5th grade education
I was hanging out in the block, selling hashish
We were stuck in the area
We were throwing stones at the cops and the big sons of
We wanted it all, 90
We were hanging out in the stairwell of block 5.6
Hooded, masked at the back of the bus
We were going up to La Rose to do burglaries

(In the old days, I didn't have a 5th grade education)

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