Father wanderer
Leto, Guizmo
Zbiguilizbang
Hey haters

It's the dark side of Paris (dark)
The gangs, the fields that sell (gangs)
The thugs in TN, in Lacoste (yes)
The liters of weed, of hash
The searches at six o'clock sharp
Judicial investigation, it's already too late
The T-Max, the bursts in broad daylight
The engines, the thieves, the dealers
The bikes, the police blunders
The losses and the profit
Every day that God makes, we take risks
You can scream "help"
No help, the jackets turn around
I come from where it's mean (mean)
But we hang on (hang on)
You can lose your life for the bag (the canister)
Only burnt faces under the hood (hood, hood)
The impossible becomes possible (possible)
We make a profit in drugs and music (the drug)
I'm much less sensitive than before
And we're not content with the minimum anymore (no, no, no, no, no)
I'm much less sensitive than before
And we're not content with the minimum anymore (double bang)

I rap my life (I rap my life)
The hall, the asphalt, the smiles, the hard knocks, 24/7 the coal
I rap my life (I rap my life)
The hall, the asphalt, the smiles, the hard knocks, 24/7 the coal
I rap my life and by Allah, it's not funny
We sold brown while the others, they were dying
I rap my life and by Allah, it's not funny
We sold brown while the others, they were dying

It starts with a helping hand
It ends with a gunshot
The traitors, the snitches and the cops
That's what makes you worried
And in the city, only dirty money
From the hall to the basement
In the street, we do it all alone
They don't do social
I was insulting mothers, I was 6 years old (oh)
I already had a joint in my jar
It smelled weird in the parking lot
When they went to smoke in the local
Five brothers in the same room
Two buddies on the same bike, a shooter on the motorcycle
For money, you don't need more than that
Only fuckboys
Dark ideas like Afghan
You're dead if you're going to snitch on us
We'll teach you a few dance steps
It clears out in the city, me, I'm chilling and smoking a joint
It comes from Valenton, Barbès
Passing by Porte Saint-Ouen (motherfuck)

I rap my life (I rap my life)
The hall, the asphalt, the smiles, the hard knocks, 24/7 the coal
I rap my life (I rap my life)
The hall, the asphalt, the smiles, the hard knocks, 24/7 the coal
I rap my life and by Allah, it's not funny
We sold brown while the others, they were dying
I rap my life and by Allah, it's not funny
We sold brown while the others, they were dying

Sensitive area, Y and W
Hey Guiziyouzou, sisikoukou

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