We overcame the field, overcame the field
Climbed back up, we were fighting for this field
By Allah, negro, at the start
We were making hash, we didn't want this field
But the elders, they made us understand that we had to take it back
Before it was taken over by the bitches
We were fifteen years old, we weren't fifteen, huh
But we loved each other deeply on this field
Twelve months for life, sky, we were making profit
In threes, by Allah, you're delirious
Without cops in the hood, the smile on our lips, that it teases
It was better than now, my mother's life
Life goes on though, music, the street, everything that looks alike
Buddy, you have friends who are there for the good times
You also have friends who are there to put sticks in your wheels
Too much future without wheels, hit hard
You know there were many on the roads
Too many old ones, not a penny left
Trying to climb on the little ones but they play
No one is nice, the one who is nice
It's because he has something to take from you
And as I'm a paranoid and matrixed artist from the city, I like to take

But you know, my heart is in it, a warrior, I'm tied to it (oh-oh)
But you know, my heart is in it, a warrior, I'm tied to it (oh-oh)
I had things to underline (oh)
I had things to underline (oh)
At six in the morning, hash under the mattress, in front of the police officer, I denied everything
You couldn't insult a kid from my city like that, in front of me, normal (dirty)
Bro, it stung the client's plug, tighten your elbows so you sleep badly
It couldn't fight without being equipped, the cops of all formats ('say)
You couldn't film if you weren't involved
Now, I know we're far from there

Yessay, yessay
Mmh-mmh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

People made me very bad
People made me very bad
I don't have any more love to give
I don't have any more love to give
I'm only chasing after money
I'm only chasing after money, I don't have time anymore
Han-han, yessay, han-han, bin-binks
Sixty, yessay, it's good, you can cut

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