Turn up the sound for me, please, from the headphones, my brother, it's good
Ah yeah, half-closed, my life, my mother's life, we're going to screw them
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, okay
23016, bro
We'll go harder than before, we're going to screw mothers, bro
That's it, that's it

I'm in the street (in the street) always the same (yeah, yeah)
There are only sons of who want to show off in front of bitches
You kiss me (kiss me) do you love me?
You don't know me, I don't know you, well fi laman (get lost)

It holds my balls, in front of the tchagas pass (yeah, yeah)
It tells me, "Graya, let me bite, make me passes (no, no)
I don't have time anymore bunch of big comedians (bunch of bitches)
It sucks by force, it talks behind, it drops spikes (it drops spikes)
I'm on wiretap, I don't give a damn (yeah, yeah)
I don't care, at night, I fly and write on the moon (on the luna)
She wants my money, she makes me the good gadji (this crazy)
She manipulates you but from me she will get nothing

I live like a lion (yeah, yeah) but without a mane
I know all the vices of the street, I wasn't born yesterday (I wasn't born yesterday)
Yeah kid, you watch, you sell, you manage
Later, you'll want your rain-té and make war (that's for sure)
Move on, go to work (go to work)
Surrounded by four walls, the view on the barbed wire (yeah, yeah)
None of all these sons of bitches will assume you (except your mother)
Once outside, you'll want to light them all up (these sons of bitches)

The street is that, there is no way out (there is no way out)
The other asshole, you smoked him to the ass (to the culo)
In the RS7, I accelerate, the cops on my ass (vroom, vroom)
I'm under vo'-vo', dead end, I'm relaxed (yeah, yeah)
I hear the noise of the gyro', a JJ on a two-wheeler
I don't understand why they don't do that, they have Giroud's strike
I wanted to take her number, her mother was next to her
Why are you talking to me about taro if you can't even count? (Never)
I can't pass her the ring, she has Gollum's head
Stop playing the narco, we saw you talking to the chickens
It supplies the customers, hood, Milan tracksuit
She saw that you had zero, she ran away
We, the salad, we smoke it and you, you tell it
We trust no one, give me a bundle, I recount it
We, the salad, we smoke it and you, you tell it
We trust no one, give me a bundle, I recount it

My guys, they shoot the boco, hold Sissoko's cup
It's too much the bomb to the coal, there are only sons of Toko
Hooded are my bastards, the OPJ takes pictures
We don't hang out with snitches, even if some follow
I don't have it in France, I have Paris, he tells me the album is not bad
We will mark the annals even if the sound is haram
We sell shit, CDs, the street is not a comic book
Yeah, I would have screwed my life if I hadn't had a baby
A joint, an OCB sheet, a cigarette in the ear
A coke on the hood, at home, life is more beautiful
A joint, an OCB sheet, a cigarette in the ear
A coke on the hood, at home, life is more beautiful, bigui

Mother's head
I think I've said enough
We move on to the second

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