I was walking in the hood, looking at the sky
I ran into a little guy I knew from back in the day
What's new? Bro, it's been a while, how's the rap game? You need to hit it
He finishes his joint, he takes a puff
What's going on at the moment? Are you working or tinkering?
We have the gear, the tools, it's running like a shop
He pulls out a flash, he drinks, you can tell it stings
He puts it in his Gucci bag, he pulls out a piece of hash
Otherwise, how's the family and the old folks?
I can't look them in the eyes anymore
I need to do something, I need to leave this nasty hood
But every day, the junkies line up
Waiting for us to deal them a hash
Easy money, the cash flows, like a faucet
Last time, the cops caught the little guys on scooters
You have to fight for respect, there are weapons, knives
You have to brandish them, threaten people you grew up with
There are no jobs, only internships to be an apprentice
We ended up in the garbage tracks
That's why we crumble the balls
And defy the cops who want to take us to the station
Hit us in the chest, don't talk to the cops no
Anyway, we know you're good at rap, don't make us liars
Peace to your little brother, I have something to do, I have to go

Hey don't worry, I'll pass on the peace
Azy, stay cool young bro
Pernety, Plaisance, keep the lighter, empty the gas

Most have no dreams and find studies boring
I've seen former champions become last in the class
Fuck alcohol, the little guys are fucked up
There's only work from July to October
They need olives like Tom
They become, themselves, threats like O-Dog
The little ones who run away, smoke, escape with pure stickys
I don't say anything anymore when I see little ones smoking
They didn't realize that the system just wants to put them down
They know the judge better than their mother
They don't want a weak life
A thousand two a month or three hundred a plate, the calculation is quickly made

The little ones think they're in Compton, they have hammers like Thor
To win, they need olives like Tom
Chiffing is the order of the day, they are threats like O-Dog
The big ones up top sleep
The little ones think they're in Compton, they have hammers like Thor
To win they need olives like Tom
Chiffing is the order of the day, they are threats like O-Dog
The big ones up top sleep, the little ones think they're in Compton

Chiffing is the order of the day
The little ones think they're in Compton

But it's serious because we're taking the place of the young
Where, fuck but send the old to retirement
Give jobs to the young, they have no work
Fuck, I don't understand how we do for the system, I don't understand
No no, no no, we can't live anymore
I don't know, give money to the poor
Run the printing press, there
The printing press there, make it run
Give money to people so they can have fun and spend
And so that everyone can earn a living, you understand?

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