[Chorus: Kery James]
Babtou, rabza or négro
Whoever you are, if you have no money, you're on the tee-co
To power there only thugs who don't call out
For them you're black even if you're white like Seth Gueko
Kho, between children of poverty, we're born again -co
Because when you open the fridge, you hear the same echo
What to do between the metro and the Merco, work or the narco, the cigar and the drug got
[Verse 1: Seth Gueko]
Seth Gueko, re-noi you were born to me
100 kilos at birth, I was born fat
I'm from 95 but my mind is 94
Don't tell a zoophile that you have a cat in your throat
We build strength because the street is the berezina
If a brother extends a pole, grab it
They call us the wesh-wesh, the sy-va, these zinda
Fuck the skins and the zi-na, summer in jail, it's so me
I went from crystal to crystalline
In the closet you're like a butterfly that becomes a chrysalis again
We escape with books in the absence of dynamite
But since I played football at the shtar I believe more in free will
My ghetto bleeds, red are the bricks, my block is h ©emophile
How come the robbers take more than the pedophiles?
Lord, what misery! Our mothers think we're dealing
They don't have a Lacoste handkerchief but they cry crocodile tears
[Chorus: Kery James]
[Verse 2: Seth Gueko]
Should we kill one of them before they kill one of us?
Soon the cops will have lard grenades
Bunches like Justin Bridou, but we're holding on
br/>Love is in the meadow but the fuck is in the sin-cou price
I unload my nerves in FPS
Give us life, we'll make kids later 'UVF
They think that I fucked up the profit', that I got sorrel
The narvalos they only think of spying on me like in the Truman Show
Tonight may be my last sunset
If we paint your portrait again, there won't be a pretty brushstroke
I'm counting my friends to the shtar to get some sleep
Apart from the fascists, everyone deserves a piece of warm bread
You're not ready for your judgment, you have to put it off
In France, we sees the Arab fall but not the forest grow
We have never seen our dreams come true
Who wants fries, guys, there are chickens on the ground floor
[Chorus x2: Kery James]
[Outro: Kery James & Seth Gueko]
Zdedededex, Seth Gueko, Kery James
It's for my babies

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