It's Remy

Living like a jinx, sun on the alley, shocked on the bumper of the BACeux
Little bro leaves the playgrounds, he prefers the weed fields
We started, at the bottom of the bottom
Old school serious like Cleopatra, petty crime, handcuffed at the station
Since then you've been eating pasta, you already have some bruises in your pocket
Brava tough as a rock since you broke the bar under the porch
It's weird, I see the elders getting older, the little ones growing up
I really come from the street, I don't need to tell you "it's dangerous at my place!"
Hey, let's talk less but better, you liked me well
Crazy person, don't you know I'm broke and from Aubervilliers?
Big pair of Requins to bleed the pavement
Laces in my hands, I forgot, you just got out of custody
Sunset on the neighborhood, not on the peninsula
Little by little I realize that the more I step back, the less I retreat
Yeah, the less I'm in the street like a 6-6
If there's no more knife cutting plaquette in hand, take scissors
We want a one-way ticket to Pattaya
You're fucked if you haven't mixed, you can't leave
And the old folks talk about everything at the tobacco bar
Next to the barber of the neighborhood always well shaved, trimmed
Hey, we want money, my dude
It's for my brothers in prison who want to get out like Michael
Who have their hands in shit, hands scraped from the snatchings
You're on the phone, you can't hold your bag, two little ones are going to take their ticket
Everywhere we strutted in a Twingo or a big rental
I represent all the neighborhoods in France a bit like Daymolition
Hey, two or three on a scooter, three or four on a train
In our neighborhoods, opposites attract and leave blood on the ground
I made my mother cry, and I even became my worst enemy
I'm proud, I won't lose my balls in your neighborhood even though my name is Remy
Too much pride in our streets, not much room for smiles
You lock yourself in your music, light up your joint and think about memories
I show nothing like Yagami, buried feelings
Like Dollaks, spit on the schmit if he wants to hit you while handcuffed
The street hasn't been kind to us, bro, we've seen it all
And everywhere you go, that's where you see the devil hiding in a beautiful cave
I won't turn my coat, I already have trouble closing it
But well, we know there's worse, it's for all my soldiers locked up
Melancholic in my songs, yet smiling in real life
Don't take me for a gangster, I only do rap, my bro
Life is short, you have to go fast, wake up your big brother who's sleeping
Let him join the edge, get out of the shit, fam, pass the reports
Few brothers in suits and ties, we struggled in the fight
Like all the kids from Auber, Remy listened to Socrates

Dressed in black on the motorcycle, too late to say "goodbye my buddy"
We're gonna miss you, thank God I'm in the vocal heists
Otherwise, I'll advance you the gue-dro, you don't pay, I go crazy
You lead me, I'm screwed like Nico, not amigo
Mom is going to cry, the whole neighborhood is going to cry
But life goes on like this river that flows into the sea
I remember when we hung out, chased the bravas
Woke up early in the morning to put everyone on their stomachs
My whole life in the street, look how I sell my stuff
In '95 Said advanced me my first stash
Only the real ones know and get out
The weak ones lose it, the small-time dealers get carried away
My memories are dead
Fuck the pigs, we fuck the BST
They beat you up in the truck and throw you in front of Doctor Pierre
Stone heart so that the tragedies don't overwhelm us
Your rap is all fucked up, I want to put on the criave, we're gonna make the metal scream
Yeah, I won't make the same mistake twice
Mirror, mirror, who's the most determined negro?
I isolate myself, go crazy without smoking
I miss the time when I was naive like the first kiss
Teacher used to tell me "shut up, shut up!"
Today I send dirt so that our kids are comfortable
Hey, is the penal code the dildo, is the judge a fetishist?
She violated my adolescence like a registered pedophile
Fuck, watch out for the arrests
Igo the cops come like winter in Winterfell
The crazy ones who harass you on the phone don't want your happiness
You slapped her because that day you were in a bad mood
My little dove died of a tumor, I think of her, I cry
I think of him, I cry, sadness deep in my heart
Wesh, it's true that the truth hurts
The gun made holes in the body, the poster made holes in the cash
So many sins in the past, it would kill me to turn back
It's like my luck is in the basement getting fucked
Kush you divert, money you spend, to buy powder
And fuck those idiots who want to fight
We mixed them up, judicially untangled
I'm neither left nor right, like Dembele's legs
You have green eyes, like Makelele's ex
There's firepower in the bendo, everyone in line
Fuck the track jammers who take advantage of a fight to shoot you down
Like all the kids from Auber', Remy listened to Socrate (oh yeah)
I should learn a surah
So that my soul finally finds relief

We mixed them up, judicially untangled
I'm neither left nor right, like Dembele's legs
You have green eyes, like Makelele's ex
There's firepower in the bendo, everyone in line
We mixed them up, judicially untangled
I'm neither left nor right, like Dembele's legs
You have green eyes, like Makelele's ex (yeah)
There's firepower in the bendo, everyone in line
Everyone in line, in line (yeah)
There's firepower in the bendo, everyone in line
In, in line, in line (yeah)
There's firepower in the bendo, everyone in line
Oh yeah, it's Remy
Crate-so

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