Life is hard, yeah
You need money, yeah
Worked hard from Paris to Marseille
Yeah, you know we're the same
Brother, it's the same everywhere
During the day I hung out, at night I stole
With my friends, I wanted to change the world
But I didn't have the money (didn't have the money)
Didn't have the money (didn't have the money)

Hey buddy, I'm in France and
I make them drift like a German
I have my ass on the bench
In my car there are no snitches, no
We live the same life from Paris to Marseille
It's redone on Parions Sports while there was none at wake up
We won't be friends, you belittle when you want to manage the other
For her, for him, I'm ready to kill for our pride
We know the work that kills you, here it works when you persist
You thought of me, I already know why you're calling
My mother told me "Don't hurt, you'll forget after
They will only remember that and you will say I didn't do it on purpose"
And tomorrow even if I lose everything I will still have family
I say hamdoullah it's God who gives
Maybe tomorrow it's famine

What do you want me to tell you?
I'm serene, nothing funny to forget, I drink
Weed, Vodka, Rum, I ended up like Chapo
Yet I didn't want anything illegal
Detailed coco bar, yeah I see myself dealing grams
There are crosses, big high-end cars
Lost blows because of the good stuff
It's illicit, I'm Sicilian here
For nothing it turns into drama
For you I would have taken bullets
What do you want me to tell you?
I keep morale like a fighter (yeah)
I'm standing, no more fear of falling
I've had too much, nothing surprises me, oh no

You felt it in my hits
Not enough eaten life
For my neighborhood, for the (?)
We are known for the street
I'm technical, I have my place in Solari's team
I make Rs, I make passes
I stay on the lookout in the city
Here it pops, we don't talk
Welded like Kappa
It gets angry, it doesn't pop, passed for SEGPA
Hundred hashtag, 31 hashtag that I activate the Vendetta
I drive a car towards the money, there's my name at Vellada
Towards Marseille, the Velodrome, I start to be melodramatic
In front of mom I did the car, in front of the junkie sold by the gram
In Paris they roll cones, there are junkies who act crazy
Two calls for photos, zipette addicts who stick

Life is hard, yeah
You need money, yeah
Worked hard from Paris to Marseille
Yeah, you know we're the same
Brother, it's the same everywhere
During the day I hung out, at night I stole
With my friends, I wanted to change the world
But I didn't have the money (didn't have the money)
Didn't have the money (didn't have the money)

At the base of bases, my brother I rap for the guys from my street
Lyrics lived and sincere, of course drawn from raw images
Facing my friends in the beyond, how many times I almost joined them?
I quickly understood that respect is earned with fear
The dad worked all his life but in the end he only has crumbs
So I worked in the block then I bought a machine gun
And if tomorrow, I confess, I have enough to shock all your priests
And you will never see me coming, like the go given by a traitor
The lump in the stomach, I hear the gyros
And when we cook crack, it's mineral crystals
The kids are tracked by the bac, the big ones by the federal
Big up to all those in the spleen, a pedophile, ten knife blows

Bad I'm mined like the A13 or A7
But you know I bomb, loves there are never enough
And all night I did the hseb
I have dark circles, starting team
At your place it stinks of reserve
I bring the fresh, you hide it
The sel3a nine comes out of the dèche, I pay the business cash
I bomb to my loss
It's worrying, at the coal no half-time
No one is early here, it vesqui the perquis'
Force it will go only with dollars, hame
For that you don't sleep
It's not that you had n'koun khadam since kid, I'm soaked in it
You feel the tuna pasta except that now I open other boxes, uncle
I'm in the rent and you hagar too much the good old

Posed in calm, I observe the dirty horizon
Drowned in the air of time, I'm sincere like concrete
No, I didn't lower the arms, I reloaded the ammunition
Nsm even if I'm wrong, the heart is always right
I have the destiny traced and the anthracite soul
Black and anxious, I have a fast heartbeat
A jaded vision, tragic trajectory
Marseille Paris it's the same shit, there's nothing magical
Yeah it's square and it's quality, that's the flow I brought out
It's madness, it's Mino, I'm rare like a good cushion
I'm in space, ask Ricky ask Morty
Because the level is too high on the BO Marseille-Paris

Life is hard, yeah
You need money, yeah
It was hard work from Paris to Marseille
Yeah, you know we're the same
Bro, it's the same everywhere
During the day I hung out, at night I stole
With my buddies, I wanted to change the world
But I didn't have the money (didn't have the money)
Didn't have the money (didn't have the money)

The head is full like the hard drive
Worked in the room for gold records
Little brother does TP until closing
The zin just came in, I have a mission to the North
Ah, don't come to see me when you're in the shit, you weren't there before
Some people act big, I saw them run away
The motto of the neighborhood you know, "don't snitch"
They will all want your life, when you have taken a lead on them
Hey, my bro you stick everyone, don't come talk to me about mine
On the lookout, no guys so they put socks on their hands

The profit is made so we get along khey
Don't play the pimp, it can come extinguish you in two times when you start to relax
Reufs who are still turning since two summers
The street is not what it used to be
A gram of coke to turn your city upside down
And shit bag put away your glock
You're stupid, you want the customers to run
I've passed the stage, I can't afford to take clothes from Clignancourt
I roll one tah, I write again
Paro, I see them going nuts
I can't touch the profit, there are still two kilos left
Social cases are chasing stolen bikes
The little ones in PCX, they roam hooded
You only have quail so don't be surprised if you sank
I'm coming out of the nanny's, I saw them rush in

Nothing impresses me, I've seen death up close
Revolvers, black outfits, the city is not what it used to be
You can believe me, we live day by day, we don't even turn the other cheek anymore
We run after money, we give as much to the crazy because we have no more love
Ask (?) we don't fight anymore
Marseille is burned, for a look it kills
You play the rapper but you don't have the gesture, the virtue, the experience
Me, I came, I conquered
I'm in my hall, I drink when I do the accounts
If you don't pay on time, it's settling of scores
Yeah my buddy, we made blood flow
If you're not from my family, don't call me blood

Life is hard, yeah
You need money, yeah
It was hard work from Paris to Marseille
Yeah, you know we're the same
Bro, it's the same everywhere
During the day I hung out, at night I stole
With my buddies, I wanted to change the world
But I didn't have the money (didn't have the money)
Didn't have the money (didn't have the money)

We love the street so it tricks us
And it charms us with drugs, money
We are all straitjacketed (straitjacketed)
The drug isolated (drug isolated)

Hey, hey yeah move your kings of the city, we just consume
Who is not with us is against, nothing consoles
Pity for those who are worth it, the rest is not worth it
No one cashes the loss to all those who are missing
Everyone has their place, fuck the past, nothing goes
Sooner or later, we pass, stuck in a dead end
Nothing to lose, everything to take but we can get along
No question of lying down, not his time, everyone can take it
Fuck school and all the codes, it can't wait
Path of the mess, you see the decor, it can't be learned
Life is hard, yeah, hearts end up breaking
Fists to take, weapons to stretch, guys to hang
My blood on the soundtrack, my whole life tattooed
I know how people are but I can't confess everything
Around here, they want everything to wish, everything in hand
Today is tomorrow, always on the way for a better tomorrow
No more sure than a penny, be discreet
No more sure than a deaf, never distracted, serves the little skred
Don't hang around, who judges you can't love you
No foot in the biz, putting you in it is not helping you
Still not better as content
With each betrayal I'm like naked, still not them as agreed
My uncle is not horned, life is hard, I didn't recognize it
Make your girl jealous, I don't regret what I didn't know

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