My mother, my kid
My mother, my kid

Two reasons for betrayal
My grandfather was right
"There's nothing to do down there, my son stay at home"
From my house the "Arah!" resonates
Every time, I know my mother gets chills
That she's scared for her son
Because she knows well that down there vice turns
But I have all my friends in the network
And, they make money, I don't have 1 euro
And, the lack of money at home
You know in the neighborhood we are quickly tempted
Forgive me mama, I didn't listen to you
Yeah I wanted, to get us out of the mess
In this bank, I entered hooded
Do you know how much it hurts?
When I see your tears flowing
I would never sell my soul
It's only to God that we submit
My dignity is worth more than that
When we're going to die, we're not going to take our brands and that
We're not going to lower ourselves
We have principles and values, and mine know that
Always the same since the sandbox
Look me a little in the eyes
Tell me a little truth
Your friendship is only about that
When I'm fine you're there, in misery you want to avoid me

My mother, my kid
I'm going elsewhere!
By the sea, my Glock
Two, three bills, goodbye!

My mother, my kid
I'm going elsewhere!
By the sea, my Glock
Two, three bills, goodbye!

My mother, my kid, my land, my glock
My hood, my sdeh, two-three bills, non-stop
A heart of stone
Gangster attitude
Instinct, unstable, staying cool is Hostel
It's hostile, it's dark
We lower them and we, we leave
We're good at their place, we settle in
You'll see the damage on my Snap
In the 16 meters, these idiots provoke you
Roulette, leg pass, Zizou
Drink after drink, I sober up
Roulette on tracksuit, kisses

My mother, my kid
I'm going elsewhere!
By the sea, my Glock
Two, three bills, goodbye!

My mother, my kid
I'm going elsewhere!
By the sea, my Glock
Two, three bills, goodbye!

My mother, my kid
I'm going elsewhere!
Goodbye!

My mother, my kid
I'm going elsewhere!
By the sea, my Glock
Two, three bills, goodbye!

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