We've been around the city, we've wandered
I know every corner of every neighborhood in my city
I know those who play the bandit because they've sprayed into the void
I know the big bad guys and the little good guys
And the big managers, and the little customers
We know who weighs heavy, who's worth ten cents
The years go by and our enemies of yesterday are our business partners
It's all about money, it's all about squatting the asphalt
It's all about smoking and it's all about money
The price of bread is not the same for everyone
You make money but you show it
You might fall for lifestyle or end up in a wheelchair, yeah, my friend
The neighborhood is haunted, they're jokers
They do two lines and they come to shoot in the air, yeah
They don't make a euro, they don't have a mandate, no
You acted tough, death gives you an appointment, yeah
Don't play tough in front of more dangerous ones
We fine you and you're out of the game
I see nothing scary in your pupil
You're just a follower, bring me your elder
Breaking you is not useful
Talk to me about big money, I don't have your time
The city has matrixed us, it's all about losing for a party
Avoid our little ones, they make more money than theirs, yeah it turns into carnage
Right now it's a bit tough, yeah, yeah, yeah
Right now it's a bit tough
I already know how it's going to end
They came to scream in my neighborhood but it's at their place that we're going to punish them
You have metal, we have metal, we have tales
We have detail and it lights you up, and you run away
I did nothing to them, I tell what I hear
And what I see because I have an eye for detail
The city and the little ones
And only the mountains don't cross in any case
Come on the boulevard if you want to boost the GDP of the neighborhood
The truth is that we are not thugs
And nobody is looking for trouble
Because trouble equals noise, equals cops, equals loss of tales
And cops equals investigation, equals police and it's a waste of time
Respect to all the brothers who make money
Without making war and without involving the little ones
Don't give me the evil eye, there are those who have done much more than you
You're going to have an epileptic seizure
Thank God I no longer have my hands in the oven
And I have brothers who hold me back from putting them back
Because if one gets out, everyone gets out
Yeah, I have a long memory
I know who helped me, who betrayed me, who betrayed me then loved me
I have no more war with anyone
I give big salutes through the window
I want to go to the grave without resentment
Come on, let's forgive each other, let's not talk in front of people
For my blood, I'd wage guerilla warfare
For my little ones, I wouldn't aim for the legs, no, no
We have no more innocence, no, no
Shower of fire and gasoline, yeah, yeah
Stories of adolescence, yeah, yeah
Are buried in the blood, yeah, yeah
My face, let's make some money
I come to your neighborhood, you come to mine
I'll lend you some money if you need it
You lend me some money if I need it and with the years
We'll be good, yeah, yeah
But before peace, there's war and we're far from it
It happened in front of the mosque
So it doesn't ask what we're doing
It asks "Who are we watering?"
Bloody traffic like Swarovski diamonds
You might have big arms but bullets pierce your body and the bodywork

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, there are those who want to fight
And there are those who want to make money
My neighborhood is like yours, if you're a fool, I respect you
We also have fools, don't worry
And everyone has problems
You make trouble then you call for help
Either you do and you assume, or you shut up your mother and your sister
Don't come in front of people's houses, no, no
Don't act tough, you're light, yeah, yeah
You're going to get called out on Snapchat or WhatsApp
The cops are driving around in Skodas or Passats
And they're always talking, always hustling
Around here, there's good stuff and cones to sell
Before you were family but you wanted to be the king so it's not like before
You're getting shot at, you don't have time to pray
No time to kiss your poor mother
And on the other side, I know they'd dream of doing me
Since I've been exposed on the net
But thank God, I walk without security, yeah, yeah
They go out without money, yeah, yeah
He came pumped up, yeah, yeah
But he leaves without his balls, yeah, yeah
My future in the comments, my childhood in the background
Blood and bodies, sweat and tears, screams and weapons
Same mirror and my horns but look what we represent, yeah, yeah
I've overflowed the frame, and there's my little one rearing up
And if he loses his life, I'll be in a macabre mood, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm not afraid of souls but I'm afraid of the sky
You sold two grams, you didn't make the heist of the century
The seat is ejectable, life holds the cards
And I love my neighborhood too much but I have to distance myself from it
For me, street life has no more charm
But we deal with it until we leave
Go ahead and ask the little ones why they fight
They won't even know what to answer you

You want to light up like Tonny M, but you're just going to get extinguished
You want to light up like Tonny M, but you're just going to get extinguished
You want to light up like Tonny M, but you're just going to get extinguished
You want to light up like Tonny M, but you're just going to get extinguished

Yeah, it's the street, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
The street, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
It's the street, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
The street, the street
Yeah, it's the street, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
The street, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
It's the street, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
The street
Yeah, it's the street
Yeah, it's the street

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