I would really like to wake up from this nightmare
Wake up and tell myself it was just a nightmare (yes)

Eh
Sorry mate, you're eating twenties
Open your door for me
(SHK, SHK)

I was making a twenty note
I was fucking ten for my consumption, I was keeping ten for the groceries
Mate, I'm loaded, so the car is in front of them
My hood stays in the shadows, they find it crazy
How to explain to the kids that there are people who light up for weapons?
Hood negro, I was bringing my Piwi into the RER D towards Malesherbe
Marijuana, marijuana, wanted or not, I'm in the street
They owe me love, love
I ring at their mothers', they tell me "you're abusing"
I had to buy this dope, I had to cut this dope
The cops are checking at the bottom of the binks, I'm handcuffed in the back

Stop, pause, listen, what do you prefer?
Huh, fucker?

Do you prefer the bag of cash or the smile of the mother?
The bag of cash will make the mother smile
Don't hasba me, only God forgives
At your girl's, it's my place if I plug in my console
The chick holds the gas cylinder, she wants to force me to make one (yeah, yeah)
She empties my clip in the hood, we don't shoot at the fairground (yeah, yeah)

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