All my life I've been chasing paper
Sitting on my chair
On the lookout for pigs
I thought my life would be more beautiful
My guapa is the most beautiful
Mama is my queen
Filtered Cali is my bubble and
My fault is the bottle
Sometimes locked in my room
Too lazy to look out to make myself over
I may go to the temp agency
But every job, it repels me
And it sends me to the other end
Of the Earth
My mother's life, it drives you crazy
Doing what I could to make my money
Every day I hung out in the zoo
At first I was rumbling in holds
At the start I wasn't popular
I wasn't getting drunk
I didn't even know how to cut a 'quette
I grew up, I understood, I learned
I knew how to make my recipe without the help
Of anyone I dogged noses
I was hungry as a wolf
With nothing I made a hundred
Without hagar anyone and without thinking
I see the little ones looking out for 80
Full time when me
When I was their age, the TP was 40
I'm simple and happy for her
When I invest in a Twingo
1 well in my eyes it's a carriage
In my ille-cou consos, garo
WAllah that a red is no longer enough for me
I tell the scratcher "add more otherwise
I'm going to finish my G badly"
Sometimes I go out I have a flash
If the weather is nice, I make my zone at Foch
I'm in the sector if it's bad
Too nia I wouldn't hurt a fly
I don't care I never cut the
Tips of my strands
My only regret having sold
Heroin and chewing gum
(My only regret having sold
Heroin and chewing gum)
Hard from my beginnings since no one
Passed me the ball
At 15 I was dealing in my zone
It's me who has the peuf
Always the same routine this life
Has slapped me
Sometimes there are good days
Sometimes there are bad days
Down from my place it's ugly
Only drugs and violence
Sometimes not 1 in the pockets
You see that life is not fun
In your formwork you don't have a chestnut
In your Paco you only have maros left
Oh yeah it sucks, oh yeah it sucks
But always in cell
I want gold
To acquire it if necessary I will make dollars
I was outside ask the rats I was doing
TP for the dollars
Big big up to my prisoners
From Bourges to Chambéry
All the rats are angry we are
Tired of eating pasta and rice
Coal miner mentality, I make
A big tamiens, and I post at 10 o'clock
Lookout or seller and if necessary
I sell without a lookout
Downstairs it's not pretty a bitter taste
I have no more love, I have no more friends
I only have brothers
No one cares about you
They will say "Allah ya rahmou" on
Snap the day you die
Downstairs for nothing, it plants your mother
I'm tired of holding the walls
There are some who have never seen the sea so much
Their life is shit
Even if sometimes I scratch when
I didn't have anything to eat
Nothing in the pockets
Alone in your dreams you cling you do TP
You're going to steal and the daronne you're going to ditch
Everyone knows that
Life is not easy
Money happiness fascinates us
Now everyone wants to be fashionable
I isolate myself, I'm fine in my del'
If a jacket pleases me I buy it
Even if it comes from Lidl
It sells drugs in secret

Ask the brother of the Overné
The Zit in a good mood in the morning if
He slept in a notch

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