They say that the truth hurts, haha, okay

I don't sleep at night, worries give me a headache
I need to clear my mind quickly so I distance myself from the hood
I don't know where my happiness is, maybe in Jonq' or Bilbao
Bro, don't play Balboa, if you can't handle it, don't say yes
I don't want to lose a victory by K.O like Manny Pacquiao
You want to reach me, you don't fly high, I see your head when I hit the pao
You're heating up, say "I didn't win" instead of always playing the guy who has money
The guy who knows everyone, don't you see we don't care
I'm full of myself, I'm on the field, I made money, I don't need anyone, the J

"Oh by the way bro, do you have a little bit of shit?"

I don't understand people anymore but when I step back
I understand things better, I understand vices better when I discover their face
And Facebook screwed them over
The spikes, the spikes, the alcohol, the grams
The deum on teumteum and the little ones acting big
The Sunday wholesalers who know how to start a fire but not how to put it out
Those who call you family to better screw you over
You want to do it like the UFO? Make a big half
You're going to make me angry, my life is a beautiful song but there's always a flat note
Granny it's not a big deal we'll always manage
Heavy like the coal door
It gives you your cons' through the small window

Every day in the ghetto
You cross snitches and crazies
Only one goal is to make money
Making money, that's the basis

Every day in the ghetto
You cross clients and civilians
The civilians, be careful, it goes so fast
I don't know if you assimilate

Every day in the ghetto
You cross snitches and crazies
Only one goal is to make money
Making money, that's the basis

Every day in the ghetto
You cross clients and civilians
The civilians, be careful, it goes so fast
We all live at 6000

On the lookout for a civ' hidden in clins
Search him, he could have handcuffs in his jeans
You're on wiretap at (?)
Imagine if at six in the morning they come and you hide the glock near the machine
You sleep like a pasha with all the merchandise, anyway let's move on
I'm not Guy de Maupassant, I wave to passersby
I hang out with the blood, what I live, he feels it because we stay together
In dog I dreamed of robbing at the time of Alizée
You were looking for me I was around here, I had never seen Paris center yet
I didn't leave the neighborhood because mom didn't want to
But I was fine down at my place making meals with the family
And dad I didn't see him much but now I see him
The past is the past so we don't look back
Life is short, avoid giving, you won't often be returned
Or give without expecting anything, it will be less disappointing

Every day in the ghetto
You cross snitches and crazies
Only one goal is to make money
Making money, that's the basis

Every day in the ghetto
You cross clients and civilians
The civilians, be careful, it goes so fast
I don't know if you assimilate

Every day in the ghetto
You cross snitches and crazies
Only one goal is to make money
Making money, that's the basis

Every day in the ghetto
You cross clients and civilians
The civilians, be careful, it goes so fast
We all live at 6000

I play the strong, I play the proud
I have my faults, I'll keep quiet
Don't say things, do them
I make the JUL sign on the insert

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