If God wills, the Earth's turn will be quick
Narcotics compressed in a trunk
Half a ton and the first million came quickly
Crime pays, I'm blinded
I see them through the lampshade
Good doesn't always triumph
You'll know if we come to strangle you
A Tokarev for the truce
Lots of love but I make war
We take iron if there is iron
There are deals, I make deals
Monégasques to sausage
There are rappers to ransom
I want to see their true face
The one that is not calibrated
I crossed Sicily
We pass by motorcycle and at 8 pm
I have grudges that have simmered
Death is served al dente
Jesus in pendant
I have the same faith as my ancestors
Prison sends me to the Rif
I put on the star-co on the hanger
The attack like the defense
A poker move will make us rich
My species smell like Vanish
We pay the bail in hashish
I still don't like caviar
Serve me pasta for dinner
I have a few sheets of kevlar
For the bullet that is meant for me
I lost my mind
And tomorrow, I'll give you reason
To have lived every fucking day
As if it was your last
If we pass disguised
It's because there's no smoke without fire
Big sum and big stake
It's not just you who's broke
JVLIVS comes back like Ciro
My spirit lives on Chihiro
Your yous-voi are chimeras
I have a blue face in front of the gyro'
Son of a bitch
Leather and Glock under the cassock
A mother throws herself under a tram
And yesterday, her son lived the drama

I drink coffee in the back shop
I put the pharmacy in management (yah, yah)
Life didn't sell me anything logical (19, han)
And I found myself in the brambles

And I asked for answers from deaf mutes
Revolver against the bull's eye
For the one who wants to peek
What's going on in my wallet
Believe me, there's much more violent
Than putting lead in your lemon
Believe me, there's more virulent
Than the hottest in the whole district
It cries in the whole audience
We did worse than the elders
My brothers in provisional
Won't be there for the deliberation, eh
We come to the club, it costs them a month of escape
What has become strange
To act, I don't ask for approval
I drove madre crazy
In truth, I made her proud
In truth, I'm true to life
With mine, in truth
Glocks, we don't breakdance
We break your door with thunder
I wanted that fucking Mercedes
Three bitches on the back seat
Always a bit of a heartbeat
When I see the Sazers pass
Millions of steps under our eyes
You have to pull your pin from the game
Tonight, a little one gives a hard-on to the great Leonidas
Baby, Paris is magic
Baby, Marseille is mafia (it's mafia, it's mafia, JVLIVS, JVLIVS)

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