They're mad at me, I want the envelope
My album comes out they're trembling
2017, here we go again
4 years I've been slapping them
I don't trust the other one
He attracts problems to me
Keeps an eye on my place
I hang out so much in the hood that I
Forget that I'm a star
That I forget "my love"
Yeah, the neighborhood is my life
I'm there seven days a week
Where it rolls joint after joint
Slippers, weed, tracksuit
There are a lot of brothers on probation
Who dream of being Messi at Barça
Prison is hard but my friends told me
The exit is sure
Today the sky is gray
The kids sell bars in the deluge
What I say is true
I only see civilian faces here, it's suspicious
They belittle me, I hold on
You wanted Rap, here you go cuz'
Jumping kick in the neck
The jealous ones will still play deaf
Burglary, robbery, taste, Marrakech
Prison, exit, money, makech
Here you go big guy, here you go thug, liar, big arrow
In dog mode, they don't calculate
When you succeed, they lick you
In rap I make killings when I smoke
The good potato of the riff'
You betray, you don't know what you risk there's
Enough to blow a fuse
So buddy, you saw my face? I don't
Have the face but I take the photo so buddy
You want my girl? That you
Come to check out my automatic car
I don't play the fool, I stain
I come to kick the mic and then I leave
I don't see myself shining on the
Cover it says "junkyard dog"
Yeah all my buddies from the hood
In large there on the wall don't speak ill of the 135
We're gonna fuck you up before insulting the dead
Music is my passion
Here is the flow: "Sawed-off shotgun"
You have to be careful
Elbow strike you're going to wobble
Stop the fakes we're going to pay a geek
To find you and fuck your mother
My heart club is Olympique
From Marseille I don't forget my values
I love girls from the neighborhood
I love chic girls I don't like cops
I don't like traitors
I don't like all these sons of bitches
Who call the 17 behind their windows
I love life, I don't like vice
But I need it to aim high
I don't care about people, their rumors
But sometimes they come
They tell me too much
Bro I come from the bottom
I hang out with my guys
The gun, the hood
You hear the sound of footsteps
To a whore, whore, don't get attached
No fup', fup', they're angry
Want my fall, fall, look, look
They tell me shush, shush, go ahead shoot, shoot
Pussy, shit, BAC, cops
When I'm in the hood, they show up
I apply myself, no promo, no tactics
Jul classic, by the way stop
I don't give a fuck if I'm
Not first in the top
It's just Hip Hop, I make
Rap for the microbes, on the mic
And by the way here I put one for
MOH who took 16 years
Friends change every season
It's every man for himself now
Indecent lifestyle
I'm in the place they make raids
You hallucinate, jealous as I am
Stayed simple
Buddy in the cemetery we might be together
I would like to change the settings
Apparently I'm not from their planet
They offer me pallets but
I feel there's something fishy
I freestyle no panic
When I rap I fuck up the air on the mic'
She's beautiful
But in her eyes I saw
Something evil
I come from a world where no one gives you
A bruise except to newcomers
Where people say: "Look you saw this
Kid he's fresh because he sells"
You were doing the deals, you had the money
You were handsome you denied the Honda
You're no longer a Vatos Locos
My friend, don't lie, I don't
Care, I don't care, them there
I don't want them to search me
That's why, I run away, like crazy
It's over, deep down, the girls
I don't pay attention
I stay with, my friends, who make, the wires
You hear or what? You live it or what, you flee
The neighborhood, come on wait pass, say hello
You're acting weird
You don't go through the square anymore
You go all the way around
Cuz, cuz, Go ahead make the speakers tremble
I make rap for everyone but
For the neighborhood at the base
I'm Ter Ter, I'm gonna shut them up
Big High-Kick in the vertebrae
I'm Ter Ter, I'm gonna shut them up
Big High-Kick in the vertebrae

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