White is the coke, black is my soul
Fucking hope, the underwear full of detail
You see me smiling, bro, inside, I'm burning
Always memories that make tears flow
I have fucking dreams in my head, there's not enough in my box
I have to go rob for my F, happiness will follow after the struggle
Don't want to twist your soul, don't want to shed tears
Don't want to make dramas, I think, bro, before pulling out my weapon
I don't even want to scare you, the street taught me that I have no choice
So I can't give up, don't really want to believe you
You say you're my brother, why do you belittle me behind my back?
You say you're my brother but your look is not sincere
Fucked by life, I want to fuck the world
No one hears me when I'm facing my monster
I don't see time passing, I don't have a watch
Take two or three puffs and I invite you into my world
Benga, benga, the hit, it comes out of the oven
Gun big as your ass, amiga
Yeah, money, it makes you crazy, it makes you crazy

I'm in my bubble, I make you smoke your ass, bro, I skipped the P2
Touch my dough, I'll break your kneecaps
Fucking traitor of my two, yeah, that's the base
The gyros in the projects, the kids scream "there are the rats"
Isolated in the dead end, smoking green in the Panamera
I'm in my bubble, I make you smoke your ass, bro, I skipped the P2
Touch my dough, I'll break your kneecaps
Fucking traitor of my two, yeah, that's the base
The gyros in the projects, the kids scream "there are the rats"
Isolated in the dead end, smoking green in the Panamera

I have a black look in the void
I think about how to fill my belly
You make money in the long term but it goes quickly
You know, sometimes, I stay alone and I feel sad
But you have to believe no matter what happens
I'm a kid from the projects with an artist status
Look at me, I've worked hard, I've taken risks
There's no choice, you take off, you have to land
Me, I hung out then I sold down
I tasted the forbidden fruit, one evening
In my team, there are no sellouts, you see
Every day, I park in the same place
I take a coffee, I scratch a cash
We know them, those who talk but hide
So I'm wary, yeah, you have to know that
Little Ibrahim has a crack with his leg pass
Bottle hit in the skull, it breaks my back
I'm flying in the Clio with the White Widow
Come on, don't suck dicks when you want us to arrange
Yeah, big, we piss people off, us
To all those who talk, I hear them bellow
Quietly, we arrive all alone
Tell me who told you we were going to leave
And then, sometimes, I charge without thinking
In all my states, I'm messed up, I'm going crazy
I realize they're not reliable
It's crazy what man invents to harm man
We buy back your weapons to shoot your friends

I'm in my bubble, I make you smoke your ass, bro, I skipped the P2
Touch my dough, I'll break your kneecaps
Fucking traitor of my two, yeah, that's the base
The gyros in the projects, the kids scream "there are the rats"
Isolated in the dead end, smoking green in the Panamera
I'm in my bubble, I make you smoke your ass, bro, I skipped the P2
Touch my dough, I'll break your kneecaps
Fucking traitor of my two, yeah, that's the base
The gyros in the projects, the kids scream "there are the rats"
Isolated in the dead end, smoking green in the Panamera

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