[Intro]
Fuck his mother
Sorry if I'm vulgar
But how can I keep quiet, the guys are giving us zer zer
We just want to get out of the misery Mr. Commissioner
When I insult you I am sincere
For the state I am like cancer
There is always a fight when I do a concert
At home it's the bars that we serve
There is always outrage when the schmidts squeeze us
[Verse]
I was told to protect myself
To sell 0.7 for 1g
Dash to the studio, often I record myself without an engineer
My head is spinning like a starfoullah carousel
Me the apple I'll put it in Snow White's ass
Normally there are only hataïs here if you're the weak link, get out of my battalion
Peace in the country, I'm a lion, at the DZ in rebellion mode, I stay on the lookout for the slightest good little vein
So let's go and fuck their shitty swag
Fuck the shitty rap game, they're no better than a indic'
The rat told me that we were all on the same ship
Bram's Allah Yahmo with you I have so many good memories
Since kindergarten we knew that we were Was off to a bad start
I'm making returns in the future, brother call me Marty
Ask Don Miloudzi, Salif, Yahia, B2O
Pont de Sèvres at the bottom we are all khos
We've all made our way since Beat 2 Boul I miss that
Fuck his mother the queen of whores instead of rapping I should have robbed banks
So I'm putting one up for Keitna, Paris, Keino(?)
XXX Allah Yahmo
I want to thank you for helping me out when I was little
At One Five One so I can sell ke-sti
R.A.T, Espion, Nino, Boulox Force
With us there are no crooks
Even if sometimes I am created tin
I remain the guardian of my neighbor
So how can we forget the dam family
Hey when we were little to steal you had to have courage
As a leader dealer zeuler biggeur
br/>Never stressed even tracked by the thugs
As T-Wy(?) would say, illicit is not a game
So peace to the Mummy and his bully teu
Karaï, that's what Machado said
When at the time with Sir Doum's I squatted Kosovo
So I protect my hive, like XXX or pop-pop
LIM since I was little I have nothing hip-hop
[Outro]
Fuck his mother
Sorry if I'm vulgar
br/>But how can I keep quiet, the cops give us zer zer
We just want to get out of poverty, Mr. Commissioner
When I insult you I am sincere
For the 'state I'm like cancer
There's always a fight when I do a concert
At home it's the bars that we serve
There's always an outrage when the schmidts hold us tight

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