Katrina Squad
I'm picking up the money, I'm saying goodbye to you
I'm hurting but how to say it? I'm hurting but how to say it?
I'm picking up the money, I'm saying goodbye to you
I'm hurting but how to say it? I'm hurting but how to say it?

The truth hurts, like the cartridges of the shotgun
On the verge of losing it
Grew up in a council flat, between cockroaches and hatred
Mom fights for her sons until her back hurts
I'm chasing money and time, my heart is as broken as my complexion
Shopping on Montaigne Avenue, it's cold in our buildings
I have brothers who believe in me
Others who pretend but well, I see them
A lot of weight on my back, avoid hitting rock bottom
And when there's trouble, we fire
We know how to settle disputes, my pair of sharks, a tracksuit
It's the melody of the good guy, the happiness of mine and that's all
I isolate myself, I turn off my phone
Not one of those who show off in front of a bitch
Here it's our place, there's no cinema
Six o'clock, they came to search
We don't pretend, we're too whole
In your place, I entered, I steal everything, I'm gloved
And if you're there, you'll end up tied up
Ciroc is iced, my eyes are blood-colored under the glasses
Glock under the jacket
I lie like in poker, I have no more time to lose for these losers
You're stupid, stop getting confused in the calculations
Grew up in the bad sides of Paris, where do we start?
The girls, the fields, the sidewalks, the prostitutes
Cook the reputation, like the dad, often angry
Thanks to you I'll go to the end and this life is just a fight
Full of low blows, full of betrayals
I've hung out so much I don't know how to get back
I've hung out so much, I don't know how to get back
What you're telling me, I don't care
You're the first to die in the series, basically, I would have done everything for them
Basically, I would have done everything for them but their interior is rotten
With your band of cowards, well yes

I write, I smoke, I drink and I wonder how much happiness costs?
Who wants my skin, who wants my bread? We're here to pick up everything
I write, I smoke, I drink and I wonder how much happiness costs?
Who wants my skin, who wants my bread? We're here to pick up everything, oh

I'm picking up the money, I'm saying goodbye to you
I'm hurting but how to say it? I'm hurting but how to say it?
I'm picking up the money, I'm saying goodbye to you
I'm hurting but how to say it? I'm hurting but how to say it?
All my life being a good guy, the cops are looking for us
I'm locked up in the hideout, full of weapons and dope
All my life being a good guy, the cops are looking for us
I'm locked up in the hideout, full of weapons and dope
I'm picking up the money, I'm saying goodbye to you
I'm hurting but how to say it? I'm hurting but how to say it?
I'm picking up the money, I'm saying goodbye to you
I'm hurting but how to say it? I'm hurting but how to say it?
All my life being a good guy, the cops are looking for us
I'm locked up in the hideout, full of weapons and dope
All my life being a good guy, the cops are looking for us
I'm locked up in the hideout, full of weapons and dope

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