Starting from nothing (nothing), I want everything (everything)
Full of dreams, we'll go all the way (all the way)
I don't trust them, I don't trust them (I don't trust them)
I know these bastards are waiting for my downfall
I pour myself a cup, I roll a joint (I roll a joint)
She tells me, "Hello, sir, welcome to Gucci" (Louis V')
I sing my pain, my sorrow on the beat (on the beat)
I pray that my people live a life full of love (full of love)
But the gunshots remind us that it's our lives (touh-touh-touh-touh-touh)
The building, the police, the reloads (the canisters)
I can't pretend, we grew up in this (the projects)
You don't even know why you're mad at me (ah, you're weird)
Ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh, bro, don't act old
Ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh, we grew up in this
Ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh, all profit (yeah)
Ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh, when we show up, they freak out
I have to stay humble, true, until the end (until the end)
May God keep me away from all who want to see me extinguished (see extinguished)
The numbers shouldn't make me lose my mind (my mind)
I know I can get pulled up, not make it home
It's the love and violence of our ghettos
It's our halls and our damn blocks
Not easy but stack up bills, lots of bills
To try to fill all the void

My enemies (my enemies), my homies (my homies)
My sorrows, my struggles in the hall
My enemies (my enemies), my homies (my homies)
This is for a young soldier who has left
Wouh-wouh, wouh-wouh (this is for a young soldier who has left)

No, no I can't stop here (no, no)
Mom worries even if, there's money coming in (money coming in)
I remember when we were good for nothing
Maybe when I'm hurt (hurt)
It makes them feel good (good)
In truth, I distance myself from there, with each gunshot (each gunshot)
I'm in the street, we manage as best we can (as best we can)
Uzi becomes Russia when it rains (touh-touh-touh-touh)
It lifts you at six o'clock and it's not the cops (not the cops)
Sorrow drowned in Cristalline
Filled with Cîroc but I control my emotions (my emotions)
Is he a real one? Is he a fake?
In any case, they'll say it's my fault
I'm in a car with all the options
And the "touh-touh-touh" for my protection
It's not a headshot that will make us change
I sing our lives, on a damn piano

My enemies (my enemies), my homies (my homies)
My sorrows, my struggles in the hall
My enemies (my enemies), my homies (my homies)
This is for a young soldier who has left
Wouh-wouh, wouh-wouh (this is for a young soldier who has left)
My enemies, my homies
My sorrows, my struggles in the hall
My enemies, my homies
This is for a young soldier who has left
Wouh-wouh, wouh-wouh

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