Tired of always having to stay focused
Like the time when the cops were driving around in a Focus
I don't kiss them anymore, they give me fake kisses
I succeed or I die doing it like Arcus
I write because in life, I'm not very talkative
I grew up in front of the big guys who were coming back from a big heist
So, I manage product for grotesque revenues
Going four days without talking, here, it's the big test
Smiling handcuffed, numbered dignity, I'll just tell her
"I love you" as soon as I have my mother on the phone
Don't ask me "which one?", I've already taken the hotel
I do gloomy, I'm not Glück, I don't deserve a Nobel Prize
What don't I know how to do wrong?
My balls and my stubborn head
They're only good at making a racket
First turn, they hit the wall
The little ones will want to soften you up by trying too hard to be tough
In front of the action, you're going to turn pale, don't confuse "doing it", "saying it"
I take the tea, I shoot instead of taking my gun
My head full of dark ideas will never be as much as my heart
And have you seen my face a bit? I have to feed myself, it's not a game
I'm afraid in front of the mirror, before pleasing myself
I must first please God, yeah, that's class
And tell me, who wants my place? So I can offer them a first-class ticket
Tell yourself that the head of the train, at the time, he was in special education or in a special class
Given the look of the accomplices
We arrive in the zone, you have to pay the fold
There are the carrots from Roubaix, be careful, it's slippery
Several same boats, there are several
I get out and they're not happy about it
Not possible how it's not peaceful
But let it go, we don't have the same style of play
Not the same kilos of weed
"New Roubaix", I've been shouting it from the start, I've been shouting it since I was a baby, ya zebi
Penalty in the skull to Beelzebub
I shut my mouth, I execute, I materialize the bitch bullets
My father used to beat me to read, I'll remember it in front of the contract
A big pair and a long arm, don't worry, bessif, we'll go up
I come from dilapidated places where there's nothing to celebrate
Where even the brain of the gang is itself brainless
And come over here, wait a bit, my kindness has degrees
My youth and its regrets, my sadness and its secrets
In truth, we grow up in a mess, I take it upon myself but I rob them all
If I crack, have I been clear or not? The good, where is it, that?

(Dirty bills, dirty life, sesame)
(Eh)

Tired of always having to stay focused
Like the time when the cops were driving around in a Focus
I don't kiss them anymore, they give me fake kisses
I succeed or I die doing it like Arcus
What don't I know how to do wrong?
My balls and my stubborn head
Are only good at making a racket
First turn, they hit the wall
The little ones will want to soften you up by trying too hard to be tough
In front of the action, you're going to turn pale, don't confuse "doing it", "saying it"

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