(Yeah, it's good, it's good)
(Stef Becker beatmaker)

I understood, life is not simple (wAllah)
When there's nothing, well, everything annoys you
I understood that problems, well, they don't come in fives
And in these moments, big guy, people hide
Whether you like it or not, yeah it's the same
Me, I don't have long arms, I only have my brothers (ooh)
I gave love to sons of bitches
But it's nothing, they will pay once in heaven
We are not like them, it's the blessing
We aim so high they are not capable
Apart from being stars and crazy on Snap' (huh?)
Lost dude, it's the artist's life
The time I lost, it won't come back
The future for the little ones, it's already messed up (yeah)
In football, you were nine, you grow up, you have your nine
Everyone on the lookout for a plan, just need to call
Music, dude, it only lasts a while
The buzz, its grandmother, you have to fuck it up
Anyway, you know, we don't have any fuss
I take matches when there's no lighter
A joint, a can, end of a spree at Banette
If you haven't done that, big guy, you're not from the city
A charger, two clips, two bikes that stop you
It can take your life, it's more complicated
In the six-nine, keep your friends well
If you trust them, they won't screw you over
Yeah, it's for real, when this bitch of a judge
Shouts out loud in front of everyone that you're involved
How to explain? We don't like the police
Because they hurt us instead of protecting
Security, it's the minimum on the left
For the traffickers, you need a PGP
Yeah, it's for real

Me, I'm going to do them dirty
The buddies of buddies, they wish you harm
Me, I don't like those who talk too much
We get the box and then, we detail
Your selling point is not profitable
No more love among us, in parentheses
Not sincere and not reliable
It's become commonplace all this in the projects
Me, I'm going to do them dirty
The buddies of buddies, they wish you harm
Me, I don't like those who talk too much
We get the box and then, we detail
Your selling point is not profitable
No more love among us, in parentheses
Not sincere and not reliable
It's become commonplace all this in the projects

Don't play the mafia
At my place, it's the chikwangue, the mafé, the shattered teeth
I devour life to tell the truth, the tower, the call of the kich'
Love, it's dead, take flight
9.3.2.7.0, zero Brad Pitt
Only fast bastards
And then, from my window, I hear, it shoots
It shoots in the night, to what I can see, there are no more cowards
These Slytherins, witches, fucking hard-ons
No room, no space for posters
Seven years old, we were the posters
Sixteen years old, we could track you, no imposture
Mom, sit down, I'm going to change everything
Madness drives, it's no longer a passenger
Me, I wanted to take everything from them, I asked for nothing
And then, when I believed in myself, I doubled the amounts
And I parked my mental, it hurts me
I change every week
It lies like in jail
And this is my joint, I can light you up without gloves
And I put them in the cage
They are all in abuse, we saw it, I'm Zedia
I'm the big one, it's the three, it's the city
I saw them all give the go
Are they men or kids
I have to pray for my buddies

Me, I'm going to do them dirty
The buddies of buddies, they wish you harm
Me, I don't like those who talk too much
We get the box and then, we detail
Your selling point is not profitable
No more love among us, in parentheses
Not sincere and not reliable
It's become commonplace all this in the projects
Me, I'm going to do them dirty
The buddies of buddies, they wish you harm
Me, I don't like those who talk too much
We get the box and then, we detail
Your selling point is not profitable
No more love among us, in parentheses
Not sincere and not reliable
It's become commonplace all this in the projects

Stef Becker beatmaker

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