| Bedroom towns don't sleep populated by night owls
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| And as soon as the daronnes pass, put away the puchkas
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| As long as you move your head I have the flow that grooves serious
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| My rap is a day of celebration with an aftertaste of drama
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| Despite the same penalties, the neighborhoods are getting serious
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| Waiting for the state to come and put us down
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| We fuck each other like a touze-par
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| I told Dash the ghetto charm don't touch me
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| Not here to churn in the streets our bands squat
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| Our jerky lives like the instrumental of Camille Groult Star
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| The little ones think that the illicit it pushes them serious
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| Especially when the hash starts at 60 E for 12 grams
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| All pan for gold but many don't find
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| We want to be a wolf outside the one that the fools talk about
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| What good is happiness if my life is all falsch
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| So know your money honor we all fan
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| Let the writings speak, we repeat it many times
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| One day the jealous will lose weight but we'll all be fat
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| Money is oxygen hope we don't choke
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| Squatting the tec' is what bothers me, I dream that everything goes away
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| I wanna tell my friends
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| That the ghetto is no shelter
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| The main thing is that we start from this environment, no longer represent the sère-mi
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| I would like to tell my family
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| That the future remains fragile
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| The main thing is that we start from this environment no longer represent the sere-mi
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| As talkative as a silencer, real men don't open it
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| Eye to eye real men don't squint
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| Your friends change way too much when there's all the cash
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| Me, it's mainly in the back that I took chlass shots
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| I'd rather be alone than be surrounded by cowardly goats
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| A gun in the face silences wide mouths
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| They tell me I'm sleazy 'cause I don't have sweet talk
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| The sun of my suburbs gives me the effect of a cold shower
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| But I rap for young workers everywhere I go
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| 9-9 all the cities in Africa, you know where I'm from
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| Rap is tricky we kick each other dirt
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| Play musical chairs but there's not a lot of seats
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| Hip-hop my kingdom that I breathe or I cry
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| If I leave I leave the throne of rap to S-pi or Sam's
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| In rap my end is coming if I leave don't sulk
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| I can't spend my life racking up clicks on Booska
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| The police are waging civil war, don't miss it
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| So my guys are on the lookout whenever a suspicious guy passes by
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| Fraudulent but discreet way of life when everything burns
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| Me, I know scoundrels with a calm appearance
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| To the young people who have been used up and the judges don't listen
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| Those who sit in the dock but do not lie down
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| Despite the bad times my origins don't move
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| Sometimes I don't know where I'm going but I never forget where I'm leaving |