One day, I'm gonna have a blast
Buy a house that I've burgled
One day, I'm gonna have a blast

It comes from Roubaix and Montreuil, here, it's organized crime
Not the wallet thieves
Buy some hard stuff, go on an adventure
Don't worry, there are plenty of hiding places in the car
Troubles stirred up ('cités)
But I sleep like a baby (I sleep like a baby)
You're not a man because you come from a housing project (cité)
You dumbass
Cold revenge in a garage (garage)
A 11.43 in the throat (throat)
Happiness is Road Runner and Coyote (always)
Condemned to sell rocks
Of course, they lie, they play the thugs
I don't even know if, on the street, they would be brave
Now that I've made it, I can afford to drown (drown)
I have five kilos of weed on my wrist
Only the informants have the totem
You have an old career but
You open your mouth like Rothen (Rothen, eh, eh, eh)
A prod, I become San Goten
Go over there, cousin, I find you very haughty
In autumn, leaves and brothers fall
It's the cops who pick up the carcasses (bastards)
Fuck those who want to classify us by box or by cage
Even when we have nothing, we share (all the time)
You've planned too much on the comet (the moon)
We must have crossed you in the cheekbone (my hard)
Here, not many people keep their promises
Don't trust too much or you'll be traumatized
The stapled pouches, the cellophane bundles
Little ones who end up condemned
When the coke goes up the nose, it thinks it's Montana
We, it's only haze, the fucking marijuana (fucking)

A padlock on the heart and the pockets (pockets)
I have a lot of grudges from the time ('poque)
For the banana, we'll give you a ticket (yeah)
My friend, it's not only Adecco that recruits
Send fifteen kilos, I'll scratch my crust (my piece)
I'll never be a bureaucrat (never)
It gives chills and fright
When I see the CR they made to Tate
It's the hess, I'm leaving, see you, I won't come back on foot
Tonight, I'm going to sleep badly, I've cracked the condom (fucking his grandmother)
I'm going to the capital
I'm rolling in the bottom of the seat, glued to the headrest (now, I'm burned)
I leave charming scars
I'm going to take her doggy style, she'll act less (insha'Allah)
And there are fewer people in the wagon
We only run after money, that's what we say in the jargon
Part of the loot buried in the garden
Don't play the trafficker, you'll get a club
There's no easy money, it's always a quagmire
Two hundred thousand euros stored in a hovel
When there's jail at the end, we run empty
COVID or not, there were vacuum-packed kilos (vacuum-packed kilos)
When there's jail at the end, we run empty
COVID or not, there were vacuum-packed kilos.

We want jewels and cut stones
Prefecture of Bobigny, the queue is endless
They worship the triangle, the owl
To get on the construction site, I had to pay for my Caterpillar
They wait for inheritances, we wait for packages, we validated the image
Stop taking pills
I've been better since I stopped selling bags
But easy money, it's hard to detach from it
I keep running even if I feel overwhelmed
It's Zkr, New Roubaix, you have to leave them on the ground
Let those who know how to do it do it or go fuck your sister
I only have sincere stories, in front of the loves, their retina sparkles
I should do sports, imitate the brothers who bow
But I'm attracted to this whore and I want to see her private parts
I'm offering you, I have greasy fingers, it's a mess
I come out with a punch every three puffs
I scratch three sixteens, town hall of Montreuil to Croix d'Chav'
The car is loaded, there are erasures that no one can erase
Let me forget the past in a mature woman
My brain is burned by the smoke
The men in blue are armed in the street
But they're not the ones in charge
We want classy apartments, we solve problems face to face
Always being in the fire, it pushes away those we love
We think about euros as soon as we get up, we think about euros as soon as we dream
She's so good, he puts her in the syringe
There's amnesia, bubble gum and people coughing
Wait five minutes in the alley,
The cops are hot like a heatwave day

As usual, everyone has to play their role, I packed my cone
You have to brew, pass the controls, we like round accounts
We walk by the word, so they deny us when we sign contracts
I have to stop smoking shit, become useful
I'm going to smoke rap and come back to the scene of the crime
The measures, we don't count them
The school took measures, they banned compasses
It's fucked whatever we do
What do you want us to do with what he khalass, the tron-pa?
Brother, I scream them, I can't feature with them
I don't mix whiskey with sparkling water
I rap Yugoslav Kalash'
My Air Max on the Yamaha make rodave
They play Allah, they created Corona
Since the Motorola StarTAC, I rap dirty
It's a risk zone, watch your back like the dabist
Smiles in the corner like Mona Lis'
We know the business, they talk shit, journalists
Suffering, Zkr, you'll have to get used to it
9.3, Roubaix, forgotten territories
Everyone wants to buy but no one can pay

One day, I'm going to have a blast
I'm going to buy a house that I burgled
I'm going to take one or two in the head
So I might as well drive a convertible, yeah
One day, I'm going to have a blast
I'm going to buy a house that I burgled
I'm going to take one or two in the head
So I might as well drive a convertible, yeah
One day, I'm going to have a blast
I'm going to make a movie, in the first scene, I shoot a cop
In the second, I buy a boat and I run away to America
One day, I'm going to have a blast
I'm going to make a movie, in the first scene, I shoot a cop
In the second, I light a spliff with Macron and Brigitte
They offer me coke and I slap them.

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