Hey, how's it going?
We've all been that kid, a bit, I think, huh
You know, the one who has nothing to lose, it seems
And who thinks he's a bit stronger than everyone else
Always in trouble
Huh? We all grow up anyway, huh?

The lights are out in the city
But he's still on the street
He doesn't go home if he doesn't make his money, he says
That there's no time to be on the lookout
For an open window to break into
Steal a car just to drive
As if it's OLED, he wants to lose his shooting virginity
He's ready to do the worst, to get known
He knows that it's not only in jail that the bandits connect
He takes care of his bread
With his thugs he's always correct
Every night at the corner shop to change the small change
Against bills he slipped them into the bundle
Money, problems, will have to make room

He always wants more thugs
Even if it means saturating the chip
As if it's written on his head
It's always the same one they accuse
Suburban targeted
Can achieve the impossible
Suburban targeted
Can achieve the impossible
Kid, drug dealing is a dead end
Coke brings bad luck
Mom has a lot of worries
These traces make your life hard
Kid, drug dealing is a dead end
Coke brings bad luck
Mom has a lot of worries
These traces make your life hard
There are too many hypocrites in the neighborhood
They talk about you when you're not there
The older one disrespected him
The little one comes back with a gun

Every day is the same except for the amount
Resourceful he will always be up, nervous
He gets angry quickly like a two-stroke
And from time to time he relaxes
On an easy girl who doesn't use her teeth
He won't forget you if you don't want to help him
Butter or his money why not both
And there's not enough room for the new bills
In the evening when he's bored he likes to sort them
Your morning morality is already forgotten (huh)
The devil and death are walking around
A bullet in the head or the abdomen
For wanting to eat in all fields

He always wants more thugs
Even if it means saturating the chip
As if it's written on his head
It's always the same one they accuse
Suburban targeted
Can achieve the impossible
Suburban targeted
Can achieve the impossible
Kid, drug dealing is a dead end
Coke brings bad luck
Mom has a lot of worries
These traces make your life hard
Kid, drug dealing is a dead end
Coke brings bad luck
Mom has a lot of worries
These traces make your life hard
There are too many hypocrites in the neighborhood
They talk about you when you're not there
The older one disrespected him
The little one comes back with a gun

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